Back downstairs Dylan and Rebecca were still in the control room but, she was forced to look up overhearing the commotion "What's that? Where's Billy?" Dylan hit the floor almost passing out from the pain of the wound on his arm "Dylan!" Rebecca helped him sit up against the wall "This thing. Hurts like hell!" She looked underneath the bandage to the wound had healed over slightly but was still septic and all green with puss, "Okay this isn't right!" "What is it?" "It's already healing!" Dylan looked at his arm in disbelief. There was a loud sudden beep from the computers "What was that?" Rebecca looked at the controls, and then noticed a blinking dot on the map screen. It showed the train now only two and a half of miles away from its destination "Wherever we are we're almost there!" "We must be reaching a station soon."
She tried the break controls in an attempt to slow them down, but it was no use the controls were locked into place. She tried again in persistence but it was no use! "Damn it! It's no use." Somewhere outside, in another section of the train two soldiers dressed in gas hazard suits and armed with sub machine guns, clipped and clopped down an external platform. You could hear the wind through the rain which had started again, encouraged by the velocity of the trains' excessive speed. One of them pulled out a radio "Sir, the cargo is still intact, repeat all cargo intact and on board ready for extraction! The freight has almost reached Station DN146." A man answered into a microphone "Good. Check the other carriages make sure there are no more loose ends still wandering." a voice through the radio replied
"Already done sir, but the freight shows no signs of actually stopping. Would you like us to begin the emergency procedure?" "How far are you from the nearest branch?" the voice on the radio said again "Approximately 1.2 miles sir " "Proceed with the emergency procedure, use your VC satellite remotes to scramble the controls and activate the emergency breaks!" "Yes sir." The soldier nodded to his fellow companion, who began tapping into the satellite remote, and brought up the trains schematics.
Rebecca concentrated on unlocking controls; she noticed the flat screen panels flickered on and off continuously while others went fuzzy. "What now?"
Billy slowly regained consciousness again, he found himself lying in a pile of broken wood and other kindling. The shotgun lay by the hole in the wall, he got up brushing the dust off his vest about to reach for the shotgun, the hulking rock like beast appeared through the hole in the wall; Billy leaped back in shock as it hissed at him. Steam snorted from its nostrils, Billy looked at it noticing that the thing wasn't looking directly at him as he sidestepped accidentally bumping into the kitchen area.
It then looked straight in his direction due to the noise and Billy made a knowing look. Obviously it couldn't actually see, but relied on sound to hone in and kill its prey! Slowly Billy grabbed one of the pans hanging up, and threw it into the hall at the side of him; quickly ran past the distracted creature and dived out into the bar area again. The beast scuttled around heavily quickly honing in on his foot movement, Billy froze again luckily with the shotgun in hand. He stood there and looked at its body for a second, noticing an open spot between its mouth and pincers. Billy grabbed the pan and threw it at the wall, then ran to the end of the bar, the beast this time ignored the pan managing to differ the sound from that of frantic footsteps and went straight for him. Blocking his way with the stinger end of its tail, snapping it's steel like pincers at him and hissing!
Coen backed away as the creature circled him then, taking his moment Billy blasted wildly into its head, the creature screeched loudly in pain, he fired again; the walking rock was forced back and swung its tail around once more, Billy ducked in avoidance then shot into one of its eyes. The monster despite its size scuttled around snapping back angrily with its steely pincers, Billy danced with it and again shot into its magma cranium' suddenly the thing let out a frightening squeal as it stood up on its hind legs making itself vulnerable. Billy quickly blasted the last three shells into its belly, the beast collapsed into the floor; the carriage shook from its immense weight almost derailing. Billy was on his back trying to avoid contact with its pincers, still going like they had a mind of their own.
Its tail stood on end for a few moments; he crawled away on his back trying to escape the pincers grasp. The beast was still alive just dying very slowly! Rebecca came into the office and clambered up the service ladder, she saw Billy under attack "Billy!" "Rebecca, look out!" She looked up to see the tail come down on her; she rushed down and jumped off the ladders to take cover. The tail smashed straight through the floor into the office, the creature itself finally gave in and died. Its pincers stopped just a couple of centimetres away from the tip of Billie's jugular; he opened one eye and saved himself some embarrassment "Oh Jesus oh shit!" Rebecca crawled out from under the desk and looked up at the hole in between the two floors; smoke and dust everywhere form wrecked plaster, floorboards and kindling all over the place. The smoke eventually cleared to reveal Billy who looked down glad to see her " How you doing?" He asked with sarcasm in his voice.
The two soldiers were still outside on the rear carriage platform "It's done Lieutenant!" "Good work." The Lieutenant was about to contact his superior but was distracted by the sudden appearance of a weird slime that formed from inside the trains main electrical boards "Sir?" "What the..." he dropped the radio in shock, suddenly the leeches appeared again by the dozen, the two soldiers fired out screaming as they were quickly overwhelmed by the bloodsuckers.
Billy followed Rebecca back into the control room, wiping the dust and splinters off his vest. Dylan, now in a rather weak state looked pale and unwell "He looks bad." Billy said suddenly distracted as he saw a big red button pop out from the controls "The emergency breaks!" They looked through the windscreen to see the mysterious complex just a few thousand yards ahead "What the hell are we gonna do?" "Easy, just push the big red button." Billy slammed his hand down on it and was thrown to the floor as the train shuddered violently, sparks shot out from the trains' wheels.
There was an unbearable screeching sound as the train began the emergency stop procedure! Billy helped a weak Dylan up to his feet, they looked onwards drawing ever closer, the tracks suddenly switched and the train roared towards the service tunnel "We're too late!" "It's not gonna make it." "We're gonna de-rail!" The tunnels motion sensors picked up the activity and the alarms were tripped. "Hold on!" Billy screamed, the train screeched through to quick and with a powerful jerk crashed over on its side, smashing through several support pillars and warning posts, the others still held on as best they could trying not to get thrown around.
The train slid across the tracks gradually coming to a halt. A dramatic silence followed for a few moments with only dust and smoke from the burst sandbags all over the place! Small sparks spat out from damaged carriages; suddenly the front carriage panel was kicked open! The door itself was badly damaged anyway; Billy peered out and looked around coughing, about to climb out but instead went back for the others. He looked through the smoke in the control room to see Dylan impaled on one of the control levers "Oh man!" Rebecca wasn't far from him she'd had a concussion as there was blood down one side of her head. He grabbed her and hauled her over his shoulder before climbing out. He carefully put her aside and propped her down against the wall. He repossessed his gun from her side bag and tucked it into his jean waist line, taking one last look around before leaving her in garage!
Somewhere else not far away, a sinister figure marched down a dark hallway, his muscular legs in black issue trousers, and the S.T.A.R.S insignia on his combat gloves. Another shape walked alongside him in cheap grey trousers "Unfortunately Birkin, I'm afraid there was a major accident with the express. There were no apparent survivors; you will not be receiving the cargo you requested due to it being destroyed in the wreck!" "What about Bravo team?" the man asked his compatriot as they walked alongside one another "There was a fight in the woods, they're all presumed dead! Whoever is left might be in the mansion, but there was nobody onboard that train. I had my men look into it; they're taking care of the official reports. I ordered for whatever documents they salvage to be destroyed." his friend replid adjusting his shades
"The board won't like this. What am I going to tell my clients? How am I gonna tell my clients they wont be retrieving their shipment, because it was destroyed in an train accident? An accident that you can't properly explain to me how it happened in the first place! My neck is on the line, what the hell am I expected to do?" the man in black turned to him, there was a tattoo of a skull on his wrist, A huge automatic steel door whooshed open with a loud hiss, allowing them both into the comm. Room "Well I'm all ears Wesker How did this happen, what could of caused this? I'm talking to you!" Wesker looked at him for a moment
"I'm not sure... before I lost contact they said something about a live virus being onboard! All cargo was sealed off in the back carriage something else must have been on the train." Birkin thought for a second trying to keep his composure "I must say you've really outdone yourself this time Wesker, give yourself a pat on the back."
Wesker side glanced at him "When the board hear about this, it's not just gonna be my ass. I swear Wesker I'm taking you with me!" Wesker lunged at him and had him up against the wall by his throat slowly picking him up off the floor "Are you threatening me Birkin? No, you aren't that reckless. You forget your manners far too often William. Don't dare presume so much of my good nature...We may be partners but, I lead you merely follow" Wesker snapped, adjusting his shades as he let Birkin to the floor again and back away allowing himself to calm down.
Birkin looked at him and gulped "I'm simply saying, things are getting a little out of hand. The board don't want another report of a disaster, I just can't afford another one of your screw ups again!" "This isn't going to reach the board. We'll keep this strictly between us; just report back to them as normal. Tell your clients they will get what they asked for, I'll take care of it If all else fails then I'll find out what's going on and take care of S.T.A.R.S myself!" Wesker said as he injected himself with a special serum, glancing at one of the monitors he looked to see Billy wander about the Spencer Mansion " Starting with the mansion!"
Rebecca soon awoke, to find herself lying against the wall; she held her aching head for a moment "I'm not dead? I'm not dead!" She muttered to herself as she got back up brushing herself off. She looked back to see the train in pieces, the windscreen was broken and cracked to a complete blur. The other carriages' lay strewn about behind it, the head lights were still on and shone in her face. Turning back again she looked around the huge garage, there was just the faint sound of fires flickering away in the train wreckage. Another single carriage train sat by itself in darkness at the other end of the garage!
Rebecca walked up the service steps, onto the main platform, the alarm lights were still flashing silently. She noticed a spiral shape set of stairs leading up to the grounds and clambered up them! Rebecca came out into what looked like a wide utility shack; various tools and other things were hooked on the walls. There was a wheelbarrow filled with gravel, next to a set of shovels, pitch forks, and pick axes. Sandbags lay piled on top of each other at the far end of the shack! On another were numerous memorial plaques and framed certificates, she looked at the service phone in the corner; it had been ripped from its cord. Packing the last magazine into her S.T.A.R.S issue Berretta, Rebecca walked towards the steel double doors and slowly pushed one open to take a peak. Seeing that it was clear, she came out onto a sandy path leading out onto the house's main driveway. The house was quite big, almost like a mansion; all the lights were out so it was unlikely that anyone was home.
There was a station wagon parked up near the house, but the tailgate window had a massive crack. The vehicle itself was immobile anyway due to their being no wheels on the damn thing and instead sat on breeze blocks! There was another more expensive looking jeep further on, just across from her. Rebecca stood beneath the dark skies that made faint rumbles of thunder. Bushes and other various plants substituted as a fence for the front of the house! She trampled through the gravel across the drive towards the entrance of the house, coming through into the porch that also served as a cloakroom.
Several coats were hung up on the right hand side of her, and a potted plant lay tipped on its side, it had been uprooted and there was soil and footprints all over the place, somebody is here whether they're alive or dead. Rebecca spotted a set of light switches on the wall, she tried them, flicking them up and down but it didn't look like any of them worked. The fuses had obviously shorted out, noticing the set of double doors that lead into the rest of the house, the young officer tried the doorknob but it was locked. Small sets of keys were on a hook, Rebecca checked them and tried each key in the door but none worked! She looked closer at them to see that one of them was labelled 'side gate key' so went back out around the side of the house.
There was a sign on the gate that said 'Beware of Dog.' She took the thought into consideration as she jiggled the key into the lock, the gate clicked open with ease. Rebecca pushed the gate ajar but remained where she was, curious she jingled the keys again to see if she could get the dogs attention if there really was a dog. Nothing of the sort appeared, so Rebecca pushed the sturdy gate aside with a loud creak, quickly closing it behind her and making sure she had the keys, Rebecca took out her gun just in case! One thought that had crossed her mind the whole time. Where was Dylan? Where was Billy? Did Billy kill him andescape? Or were they both dead? How was she alive?The thought puzzled her brain constantly, but she put them into the back her mind trying to concentrate on the current situation, Rebecca faced the fact that she was possibly the last survivor, where she was and how she was gonna get out of this was another issue.
There was a sudden rustling in the bushes a few feet from her which forced her to glare at the foliage! She felt a cold sweat and the sensation of fear shot through her chest. Although it was nighttime, the skies grew a sickening grey with only the full moon poking through the clouds. She came around the rear of the house; there was no dog in sight or a kennel for that matter, only grass turf where there stood rare and exotic looking plants. There was a big greenhouse in the centre of the yard; several acres of wood were behind it. The back doors were left ajar, Rebecca noticed as she stepped into the huge kitchen. Quickly she closed the door behind her, to be on the safe side just in case of any unwanted company. The moonlight shone through the windows, and the glass door into the kitchen, creating various spooky shadows in the windows. The wind grew stronger causing tree branches to overhang and tap on the windows. The floor was tiled black and white, drip; drip from the kitchens faucet gave the whole place that bump in the night aura, and small dead plants sat in the window. Rebecca crept through the kitchen moving on into the hall as she walked over a posh looking rug.
Meanwhile back down in the garage, inside the undiscovered carriage. Sparks shot out momentarily from the flickering lights and severed wires which hung out loosely all over the place. Crates marked with the Umbrella logo lay all strewn around the inside of the carriage. One large crate lay lopsided and was smashed open to its very frame, the rest was just kindling and splinters. The containment capsule itself, was torn open…something had escaped! There was a broken slate that was labelled 'PARASOL 13.' Printed on it! A mysterious shape moved through the bent up cabins, moving from carriage to carriage at a tremendous speed. The shadow on the wall displayed a large inhuman shape, with tendrils dancing up the wall. It slithered into the control room and saw Dylan's lifeless body still impaled on the control rod, all pale and bloody. Suddenly there was a loud bang, which echoed through the garage; dent after dent the creature busted violently through the carriage door! Dylan's body was tossed out of the train like a rag doll and scuffled across the gritty floor. It slowly clambered out of the train now grown slightly, and let out a loud horrible screech, which almost ran through the garage walls.
Rebecca, still in the manor paused overhearing its call, unaware of a mysterious shape in the darkness walking slowly down the stairs situated at the side of her. She swung around to face the stairs suddenly after hearing a loud groan; the zombie revealed its hideous and decayed appearance in the moonlight. Without another thought Rebecca shot a bloody red hole into its temple, the un-dead moron toppled forward and tumbled down the stairs. Not the least surprised by the thought that there may be more of the un-dead lurking about somewhere. The darkness didn't really help, due to the vast size of the house! There had to be a fuse box somewhere maybe under the stairs or something, she'd had enough of being 'Alone in the Dark' for one opened the door that lead into a small room beneath the stairs, expecting someone or something to lunge out at her.
Rebecca could just see the fuse box on the wall; it was already open so she began to fiddle with the various switches and swapping the fuses. Click, click sounds and other little tweaks indicated things were being turned on and off again. She pushed a fuse back into place, all the lights suddenly flickered on and power was once again resumed. Uncovering the rest of the hall, just a few steps in front of Rebecca there stood an open doorway leading into a much narrower corridor. She could view the parlour through the other end; the hallway she stood in was well carpeted with a creamy plush colour to it. The stairs aside her were carpeted with a crimson red, and the banister was a rich dark sturdy oak. Rebecca looked up to see the zigzag type stairs lead up to at least another several floors. Now that she had restored power it was time to start her search for Billy and Dylan if any of them were still alive…where to start was the only problem!
A tall familiar shape wandered through a dark much colder hall, possibly somewhere underneath the mansion. His boots clopped heavily down the damp murky floor; Billy looked around cautiously with his gun drawn fully loaded! There were condensation stains and signs of rust around the air ducts above him, as well as chips and cracks all over the walls, several lights flickered on and off. Wandering past a hissing air vent from the heat pipes, Billy noticed a trail of blood and bullets all over the floor and quickly cocked the tail of his gun back.
He came into the main area of the staff lobby/kitchen, and to his non-surprise was greeted by the staff. Loud moans as they staggered about the place, blood stains and food deposits were all over there uniforms and aprons. One had its jaw almost hanging off; rotted teeth, dead skin, and bony fingers surrounded the soldier. The chef's hat fell off as he went for Billy who swung around and blew his head clean off like a rotted melon. The others snarled and salivated staggering towards him, moaning angrily, bullet after bullet the muzzle fire lit up the room as each body dropped. One of the waitresses staggered towards him snarling, her hair was tied back but looked filthy as she growled and threw her hands out to grab him but Billy, cool as ice swung his arm around just as a bullet almost jumping from the barrel willingly split her head open like a block of butter.
Rebecca now on the second floor paused again overhearing the commotion; she recognised the gunfire "Billy!" She rushed back out onto the landing, only to be greeted by more zombies. They had obviously escaped from the confinements of the open bedrooms, some in uniform others in casual wear, complete with an un-dead butler! They slowly turned around sniffing out live human flesh, and stumbled across the upstairs floor towards Rebecca. She drew her gun, remembering this was her last clip in the hope that it would be enough, as she quickly pulled the safety off. The two at the front received direct headshots, another one made its way toward her still pushing a laundry cart.
Bodies soon slumped to the floor and created a pathetic heap; another zombie stumbled forward dragging his limp broken foot. The butler moaned and groaned all with a gray unpleasant complexion, in his filthy uniform, she fired back recklessly a few times "I'm almost out!" she thought as another zombie walked into the banister with his arms out after her, though instead fell straight over the edge smashing its face on the stairs below. Rebecca backed away, as her gun suddenly clicked on empty, more walking corpses appeared, moaning, groaning, and snarling their way at her. Unaware of another tall lumbering shape behind her, it was too late as it grabbed her by the shoulders.
She struggled trying to push its mouth away from her neck, while at the same time trying not to get her fingers bitten off! The zombie was too strong and overpowered her; about to meet a grim death then suddenly two foreign bullets flayed through its face with loud recoil! Another bullet whizzed straight through its skull! Brain fragments splattered about as the lumbering buffoon fell to its demise. Rebecca looked to see a face she thought she would never see again. "Enrico!" he withdrew his Beretta giving Rebecca a barely noticeable smile "I'm glad to see you! I thought everybody else was dead!" Rebecca said "C'mon we're S.T.A.R.S remember? You know we're tougher than that. Where the hell did you come from anyway?"
"One of the maintenance tunnels, they've got secret areas all over this damn place... Look there's something you need to know Rebecca; something's going on, something to do with Umbrella. They're responsible for whatever happened to…them!" Enrico said as he looked around at the rotting corpses all over the place, he had blood and dirt all over his S.T.A.R.S vest "But where are the others? Didn't anybody else make it?" she asked "I left Forest and Kenneth back at the branch security office, about three miles from here." Enrico answered
"What about Edwards?" "…I don't know." They were startled by a sudden noise from the bathroom at the end of the hall, a mop and bucket toppled over. Enrico pulled out his gun again "Get down stairs, try and radio the others for help tell them to get in touch with headquarters." "But…" Rebecca could not get words to leav her mouth "…Now!" she quickly ran down the stairwell back onto the first floor. The radio fuzzed and whistled as she tried to get a signal
"Forest do you read me? Come in over…" she didn't get an answer "Forest, Kenneth, does anybody read me? Come in over...this is a code 7 emergency; please respond over…" there was still no response "Shit!" she looked up to try and see Enrico "Enrico! Enrico!" he didn't answer, unaware of the current situation, someone or something was on its way up to them and moving fast. Rebecca switched round as she felt something brush past her like a cold wind." The lights suddenly went out on those two floors; she pulled the clip out of her Beretta. Only two bullets were left inside! Rebecca fiddled with the controls on her radio.
Forest and Kenneth stood by the communications terminal; Kenneth's radio bleeped and fuzzed "Kenneth. Go ahead!" "Rebecca…call in…back to headquarters…get…no…way…" "Rebecca…can you repeat, I can't hear you…" Forest glanced back at him momentarily as he spoke to headquarters via an LCD monitor, thanks to Umbrella's technology. "Repeat! I didn't get any of that." "…Call for Alpha team…get…the…precinct!" there was too much distortion in her voice and the signal faded quickly "Shit!" He looked back at Forest who gave him a knowing look and spoke into the microphone "Okay, we have a code 7 situation…" he continued as Kenneth heard unusual commotion that sounded like it was coming from the service entrance, back in the maintenance tunnel.