AN: By popular demand, UnConventional Survival Horror now has a sequel! **Applause** This story is a collaboration between JediSpartan217 and me. We tossed around a bunch of ideas, and the plot for this story appeared. I never really dreamed that UCSH would ever have a sequel; I meant it to be a one-time story and leave it, but then it got really popular and the reviewers asked for more! Since I've kept everybody waiting, this chapter is gonna be a teaser for what to expect! Hehe!
A little note: This story is going to be much MUCH darker than UCSH. Instead of light humor, I'm gonna branch out into a new genre: Psychological Horror!
So there you have it! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil, or its characters. Non-Canon characters own themselves.
"This is HQ. Have you found the facility yet?"
"Not yet. This forest is thicker than it appears. We're almost there."
"Stay on alert. We don't know what's out there. Be careful alright?"
"Roger." The BSAA agent clicked his earpiece off and turned to his partner. "Looks like the BSAA is keeping us on our toes this time," he said.
His partner shrugged. "Babysitters. What can you do?" she replied sarcastically, "Were they telling us to be careful again?"
The agent gave a small laugh. "I heard all of that a long time ago. No need to say it twice," he said, "Although I think this is the first time I've had a partner who is still a cadet."
"Hey!" the younger agent objected, "Don't base expectations on my rank and appearance; I may be smaller than you, but I've got a couple of tricks up my sleeve."
"The older agent laughed again. "Don't forget: This is your first mission. I'm not expecting us to do anything too complicated this evening," he said, "Once this investigation is over, we can be back at HQ in time for breakfast."
"Yeah, yeah," the cadet replied, sticking her lip out in a pout, "Excuse me for getting excited. What are we looking for again?"
"There's an abandoned warehouse in this area," the male agent explained, "People in nearby towns have been reporting odd activity, and that's where we come in."
The female cadet nodded. "Warehouse. Got it," She said, "It's nearly pitch black out here. Perfect time to test these new goggles." She glanced forward, adjusting her specialized goggles to night-vision mode so she could see through the shadows of the forest. An outline of a building appeared bright green in the display; they were getting close to their target. "There it is," she said, "I can see the doors."
The two agents rushed forward and checked the main sliding door. Despite being shut tightly, several scratches and claw marks had been carved into the metal, indicating that the facility had recently been attacked. "Looks like someone got here before we did," the male agent noted, "Hope we can still get in."
"Well," the cadet sighed, "It's not like we haven't practiced breaking and entering before." The female agent retrieved the proper tools from her belt and began her work on the metal door. After several minutes, the lock clicked open. "Got it!" she confirmed as she got to her feet, "Help me open this. It looks heavy." The older agent grabbed one of the chains that hung besides the warehouse door. On cue, he and his partner each tugged on the chains, raising the door. Beyond the threshold lay a long, darkened, hallway that led deeper into the facility. Flashlight beams from the agents' torches cut through the shadows as the BSAA operatives entered. The duo didn't speak, only allowing the beams of light to swim through the darkness. One of the lights stopped on a metal crate bearing a familiar red and white octagon.
"Umbrella?" the older agent asked, taking a closer look at the symbol, "I thought they disappeared ages ago. It looks like this crate was moved recently. What are they doing here?"
The cadet's gaze fell upon the symbol as she moved closer to investigate. "Who knows?" she said, "But it probably isn't for storage."
A metallic crash sounded from farther down the hall, capturing the agents' attention. "What was that?" she asked, night-vision goggles fixed on the passageway. The older agent listened closely, eyes widening when he identified the sound of claws on tile growing louder.
"We've got company," he warned, drawing his handgun and pointing it toward the end of the corridor, his cadet doing the same. Seconds later, a swarm of Hunter BOWs charged around the corner and stampeded towards the two agents. The operatives' handguns spat flames as round after round was fired into the monsters' flesh, but the beast continued their charge and surround the agents. The swarm was endless. For each Hunter killed, five more would appear from the far end of the hall.
"Damn! These guys don't quit!" the older agent cursed as he slammed a clip into his handgun, watching for another wave of Hunters. Just because the majority had been taken down didn't mean there weren't more.
"Ya think someone told them a cadet was coming?" the female agent joked before a shriek brought her attention to her partner's blind spot. "Watch out!"
The older agent turned in time to witness an abnormally large Hunter bearing down upon him. There was no time to dodge. The monster's claws swept downward, prompting a yell of pain as the talons tore through body armor and raked across skin, leaving a long, bleeding gash.
"Parker!" the cadet cried, shooting the final Hunter in the face as it prepared a killing blow. The monster fell as the younger agent rushed to her partner's side. "You're hurt bad! Do you have any first aid spray?"
"Me? I thought you were carrying it!" Parker replied. The cadet smacked her palm to her face for the oversight. The older agent quickly looked over his wound; the bleeding had gotten faster despite the pressure he put on it. "It doesn't look good," he breathed, "I might not make it out this time."
The cadet took view of the empty, corpse-filled corridor. A low rumble from the back of the hall indicated that more monsters were on their way. There was no way both of them would be able to survive the next wave; the agents' bullet supply was running thin and Parker was losing blood faster than a fire sprinkler. The cadet turned her eyes to the exit and knew what she had to do. "C'mon," she grunted as she pulled one of Parker's arms over her shoulder, "We have to get you out of here while there's still time."
Parker winced at the unpredicted movements in his torso, causing his wounds to bleed even more and stain his mission fatigues. "What about you?" he asked, limping in the direction the younger agent steered him.
"I'll be fine!" the rookie assured as the distant rumbling grew louder. The monsters would be on them in a matter of seconds. She set Parker to lean against the nearest wall before rushing back towards the oncoming herd. "Just go!" she shouted, "I'll buy you some time to get out!"
The older agent turned away from the cadet and faced the door. He wanted to scold the rookie, but in his heart, he trusted that she knew what she was doing and couldn't be swayed. The determined look in her eyes told him that much. In spite of the pain, Parker grasped his side as he stumbled towards the exit and the forest beyond.
Once he had made it past the outer door and out of the facility, the cadet looked back one last time. With the knowledge that her partner would be safe, she mashed the 'Emergency Lockdown' button near her elbow. The switch would shut the main doors, sealing the Hunters— and herself— into the facility. Releasing the Hunters into the wild was a recipe for instant chaos.
Parker glanced behind him as the mechanical engine started. The giant door that the cadet had unlocked earlier began to steadily close between the two agents. "No!" the Italian bellowed as he turned around and attempted to limp back to his partner.
"Go! Get your butt out of here!" the female cadet barked as the Hunters rounded the corner, "Hurry!" Just as the younger agent turned to face the horde of monsters charging towards her, the main door hit the ground and fixed the door into place, locking the rookie and Hunters inside.
Parker stood in shock, feeling the cold air brushing none too gently against the scratches. He had his share of partners killed in action, but this was the second time a cadet wanted to sacrifice themselves, and this was the first cadet that he had allowed to follow through with that plan. It was also incredibly selfish.
"Damn!" he cursed under his breath, banging a fist against the metal door in frustration, "There goes another partner."
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