Suki: Hello everyone! I bring to you, the next chapter! I hope you all enjoy it and thank you to all who have supported me so far :) And I do not own Resident Evil, the Plaga, or any of it's characters :) Just Page. ^^
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In the abandoned building, Page laid in the middle of the many monsters she'd grown to call 'friends'. Her breathing was even as she slept and her cheek rested against her flattened hands while her legs remained curled and nearly resting against her chest. Her eyes twitching then shutting tighter, in her sleep, she moved some of her deep brown hair out-of-the-way, it having gotten in her face and then turned over, moving closer to one of the monsters that was behind her.
Her eyelids twitched again, this time for another reason. In her sleep, she felt a slight squirm in her mid section, then another tiny one in between her shoulder blades, then behind her neck, and finally, behind her head. Her hand clenched as her breathing grew uneven for a moment, then became calm. She let out a quiet sigh as her eyes opened, her brown eyes dull and lifeless. Pushing up from the floor, she slowly got on her knees, then gradually her feet. Standing up, she glanced with emotionless eyes to the window then stepped over the monsters, who just began to wake up and lift their heads up and watched as she made her way to the window. Once she accomplished that, she looked down the glass-less window, to the streets where few of the un-dead still wandered. Her eyes landed on a gas station, just down the block from the unfinished building where they stayed.
Staring at it for a few seconds more, she turned away and made her way towards the door as the monsters, who had just gotten to their feet, quietly made a path for better access. As Page left the building, her hair whipped around her as she was hit with a blast of cool air. Before she looked out towards the city, she turned around, staring at the wall beside the door. In black letters, the numbers '114' sat about four inches next to the door. The building number. Not so much as sparing a second glance, she looked back out to the city as the wind whipped around her again. Almost immediately, her eyes landed once more on the gas station just down the road and continued walking on, the monsters walking slowly behind her. In five minutes time, they approached the gas station and she continued to walk, completely by-passing the stations where cars parked for their gas. Instead, she went right for the convenience store which remained almost untouched.
The door was closed and the glass was still almost clean, and the inside of the store was almost as black as it was outside. Page stepped up and reached for the doorknob and gave it a turn, but it did not open. Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly. It was locked. Slowly, she removed her hand and opened her palm towards the doorknob. The skin in the center of her palm slid open, like an opening eye and a small blood-colored tentacle flicked out of the opening. The tentacle inserted itself into the lock and within moments, the lock clicked. The tentacle then retreated back into Page's hand and the opening closed, leaving only a tiny line that appeared like a closed eyelid in the center of her palm. As soon as the tentacle disappeared back into her hand, Page reached out and grasped the doorknob, turning it and pushing the door open with an eerie 'creeeeeak!'
The sound went completely ignored by Page. She pushed the door fully open and walked inside, leaving the door open behind her and the monsters cautiously peered inside before entering, careful not to crowd too much into the doorway so they wouldn't get stuck. For a moment, Page eyed the isles full of food, particularly junk food, before her gaze landed on the cash register. Walking towards it, she reached out and allowed her finger tips to brush over long pieces of thick paper with lines, shapes, numbers and words all over it. Maps. She picked up a single map into her hands and lifted it up slightly so she could see it clearly. Her eyes scanned the addresses, streets, and numbers of buildings like a printer scanning back and forth over paper. Suddenly, her focus broke by a moan coming from the back room and a small crash.
She looked away from the map with blank eyes as a zombie came stumbling out of the room, reaching out towards Page and moaning loudly, blood flowing from his mouth and gums. The zombie went ignored by Page and she turned her attention back to the map. Before the zombie could take another step forward and reach out to grab Page, one of the monsters launched themselves from the top of one of the isles, jumping on the zombie and knocking him over with a screech. In moments, the others joined in, jumping and clawing at the zombie like wild animals. Meanwhile, Page's gaze finally landed on a small box labeled 'PO', which she assumed was the police station. Looking slightly away from the box, she found another box labeled '114'. Their building. Her eyes traced down the paths leading to the police station before she slowly set the map back down.
She then slightly glanced at the monsters and in moments, they turned looked towards her before jumping off the zombie one by one, satisfied with their kill and followed Page out the door as she turned away from them. Minutes later, Page walked back into the room they'd been resting in for days. She glanced back as the monsters piled into the room before she stepped in the same spot she had slept the past few nights and laid down, curling her body in a ball and resting her cheek on her hands. Just as the monsters laid back down around her and began to resume their sleep, she closed her eyes and fell back into darkness.
Feeling sun hit my eyelids, I felt myself stir out of my sleep and my eyes fluttered open and were instantly greeted by the ceiling of our little room. Feeling oddly good, I stretched out my arms and legs, allowing them to lean against some of the sleeping monsters on either sides of me and I yawned loudly. Any traces of nervousness I felt around them had vanished at that point, even when they gave a low growl and tilted their heads up at the feeling of my feet on their sides. Eventually, they plopped their heads back on the ground and they exhaled deeply, ready to fall back asleep when they saw I made no movements of getting up. I kinda felt lazy and didn't want to move, but after about ten minutes more of resting, I forced myself to get up off my back and stand up, making most of the monsters tilt their head up in curiosity once again.
I smiled. "Time to go." It was time to make our journey to the police station.
Leaving the building was quick. It's not like I had to pack anything, and I still didn't feel hungry. Which was weird, granting it had at least been a few days. I didn't even feel thirsty, but even before this whole incident, I never really felt thirsty until I was actually drinking water and ended up gulping down the entire bottle in a few seconds. I'd have to make a mental note to get some water later and test it out. Sighing, I continued walking slowly, step by step across the tan-colored brick pavement, careful not to alert something un-welcoming. Who knew what was out here other than the un-dead. At least I felt safer, having a whole mob of monsters on my side protecting me.
It had only been about five minutes since we left the building and something caught my eye. My eyes wandered off to the side. To a gas station that was just down the road from the abandoned building we had stayed in. Past the gas station, there was a convenience store. The door was wide opened and swayed slightly, making an eerie creak as the wind pushed it from side-to-side ever so slightly. My eyes narrowed. Something felt awfully familiar about that gas station and before I knew it, I was walking towards it. It felt like I'd been there before. Briefly, at least. Oddly, my eyes landed on the lock of the door first. Nothing seemed odd about it, but it caught my attention.
Tearing my eyes away after a few seconds, I stepped inside, the monsters around me now closer than before, as if they were on guard. The inside was caked with semi-dry blood and a dead body, one of the undead, laid on the floor, seemingly motionless. It appeared like it was ripped apart by something. Getting a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach and not wanting to sticking around to find out, I turned around and left the gas station convenience store. Once I past the pumps, I had another feeling of familiarity as I stared down the street in front of the gas station. Once again, as if my body had a mind of its own, I began walking down that street. Like I knew where I was going, I began walking down several blocks, deeper and deeper into the empty, void-of-life, town. Just then, I jolted at the sound of a wet, the sound of rapid whipping, and footsteps.
Gasping, I turned just in time to see a zombie staggering towards me, tentacles lashing out from where it's head used once was. My eyes widened, and the second I began to feel scared, a single blood tear ran down my cheek and the monsters lunged at the zombie, knocking it down and tearing at it with their claws. I felt a tiny rush of warmth, and the fear I felt was suddenly gone. I watched with practically no emotion flowing through me as my monsters tore apart the zombie and I frowned.
"What... Was that?" Clearly that was no ordinary zombie. What zombie had lashing tentacles coming out from the base of it's head-less neck? I was now more confused than ever. At that minute, I felt a tiny voice in the back of my head, quieter than even a murmur.
'Plaga...' At least that's what I think it's said, and then all of a sudden, I felt a jolt of pain in my head. It caught me off guard and before I could react, the pain got worse making me gasp loudly and hold my head as I felt thick tears of blood stream down my cheeks. Then, as quickly as it came, the pain disappeared, leaving me baffled from a mixture of shock and confusion as my grip lightened on my head. I then noticed the monsters were gazing at me in concern from the body beneath them that was left forgotten. Blinking slowly, I shook off the hazed feeling in the back of my head and smiled.
"I'm okay." What's going on...?
The rest of the walk was fairly easy. There weren't anymore head pains, and there were only a few zombies, which might I add, were quickly dispatched by my monsters. After about a good thirty minutes more of walking and walking instinctively down random paths I felt I should go down, miraculously, we made it to an abandoned appearing police station. Instead of feeling glad, I only felt more confused.
Why had I known the way here...?
"It's locked." I finally said after jiggling on the doorknob and pulling it gently a few times. I could hear the small growls of disappointment coming from the monsters down a few steps behind me, me being on the top step so I could get to the door, and I sent them a smile, looking down at them from behind me.
"Don't worry. We'll find a way in." I told them, which hopefully reassured them. I jumped down from the top step, which really was not far from the ground, and took a look at the cracked, dusty windows. Some of them even had small dots of blood on them now and then. Sighing, I acted in the only way I could think of. I picked up a small stone from the ground, tossed it up and down in my hand a few times before gripping it tightly and hurtled it at the window. With a loud 'SMASH' the window shattered, leaving only small pieces of glass sticking out it's sill. I smiled in triumph and glanced down at the monsters. My smile widened as I pointed to the window with my thumb.
"Give me a lift?"
Lowly, I grunted, grasping on the part of the sill where there was no glass, and with every ounce of strength in me, I forced myself through the window, even falling to the ground once I got through making me gasp. I probably would have hurt myself if I hadn't grabbed the window sill at the last-minute, preventing me from landing on my back and instead, my bum. Blinking rapidly with wide eyes, I quickly shook off any traces of shock I felt and stood up, brushing shards of glass off my backside. My eyes wandered around the room before anything. It was a small room, lightened with a dim light that I knew would go out any minute, with a small desk in the center of the room and an empty book-case in the corner. Seeing nothing special, I popped my head out the window to the outside, seeing the monsters growling lowly and glancing up at the window where I went through. I smiled and motioned my hand towards the inside.
"All clear!" I said and took a step back, out of the small thought that it was a good idea if I did. Not even a second later, one of the monsters jumped on the window sill and eased itself inside before another jumped in, and then another, and then another. About five minutes later, one at a time, they all jumped in, crowding the small room along with me. Sighing and wiping the small beads of sweat off my forehead, I slid my way through the monsters to get to the door, which was rather difficult, even with my small body, since there was no room to make a path.
"Whoa!" I squeaked, almost tripping on one of the monsters at the end, making me grasp on to the doorknob for dear life as I staggered. Sighing in relief, I pressed myself up against the door, took the doorknob again and I opened it. As soon as the door was open, I fell out, shortly screaming as I hit the ground while the other monsters practically poured out of the room, staggering to get back on their own feet. Groaning and rubbing my head, my head slightly pounding from the impact, I got on my knees and worked my way up to my feet. The second I looked up, I was faced by one of the undead, with an arm missing and pieces of it's flesh gone. My eyes widened. Not wasting any time, the monsters hurtled themselves at the bloody zombies walking towards us in the room and knocked them down, proceeding to tear them apart. Deciding I shouldn't waste any time either, I ran towards the first tile cabinet I saw in the room and forced the first drawer open.
With my heart beat pounding at the speed of light, I ran my fingers over the files over and over, peeking at the names on the top of the files, not even caring that most of the files got dirty from the blood, dirt, and slime on my hands. Not finding any files that looked familiar to me, I closed that drawer and forced the next one open, not noticing the zombie that came up behind me until it was too late. Turning around, my eyes widened in horror as the zombie reached out for me, nearly grabbing my shoulder. I then felt a surge of warmth, nearly catching me off guard as blood tears ran down my cheeks, and then the zombie, in a way, screamed as it gripped its head, veins popping to the surface of its blood-covered skin. Before I could see anything else happen to it, one of the monsters launched itself on top of it, forcing the zombie down and tearing it apart just feet away from me.
Resisting the urge to vomit from a combination of disgust (from all the gore, blood and the state of the zombie that was now burned in my mind) and shock, I tore my gaze away and focused on going through the files in the cabinet I had open. Going through file upon file, nothing seemed familiar to me and at that point, I was so distressed over the fact I couldn't find anything, I didn't even notice the battle behind me was already over until I noticed how quiet it suddenly got. Turning around slowly, I saw all of my monsters in tact, bloody, but in tact, standing on bodies that almost completely covered the floor. I frowned, looking at the floor with sudden exhaustion as the shock and desperation I felt fazed away. Feeling my distress, one of the monsters stuck out its long tongue and gave my arm a small lick. I forced a smile and at that moment, I suddenly wanted nothing more to sleep. To sleep and forget it all. Just as my eyes dropped from my mind starting to feel oddly warm and feel unbearably drowsy, the sound of barks and growls snapped me back into reality.
"What the...?" I absent-mindedly muttered and I stood up as my monsters suddenly turned towards the exit, baring their teeth and growling viciously. I felt a pit of uneasiness in my stomach and I knew something was wrong in the atmosphere. Very wrong. Then, the door came busting down and a dog appeared, followed by tons of others, their sharp teeth bared and a low, menacing growl rumbling from their throat's. They were large for sure and pure black with pieces of flesh missing and their ribs revealed. I gasp and my eyes widened more in realization.
Undead dogs.
After what seemed like hours of staring each other down, with a loud bark, one of the dogs made the first move, launching itself at one of my monsters. My monster immediately responded with a growl as menacing sounding as the dog, and launched itself in return at the dog. In seconds, all the monsters clashed together in an all-out bloody brawl, one side's desire: to kill me and the other: to protect me. Fear then set in heavily and I backed up against the drawers. Blood tears streamed down my face more than they had all day and at the sight of one of the dogs lashing its paw out and scratching one of the monsters, I cried out, nearly screaming with the desire of not wanting them hurt. Before I knew it, a warmth grew in my mind.
Abruptly, the dogs suddenly halted their attacks and the monsters jumped on top of them, pinning to the ground. For a brief minute, the dogs struggled but then they stopped and no longer fought back. They weren't dead, that much I knew, but why? Growling lowly, the monsters slowly backed off them and the dogs rose to their feet, no longer growling but instead had their heads down and their ears facing to the back of their heads. Instead of blood-thirsty, they seemed... Docile.
My eyes narrowed in confusion and the second I started to think about something familiar that came to mind, I was interrupted by a voice.
"Your Plaga is certainly progressing. I'd say it's about at its adulthood and nearly at full power."
My eyes widened and I whirled around to the location of the familiar voice. Even the monsters and dogs. With my eyes widening further, I felt another feeling of recognition as I gazed at the man in the doorway.
Blonde hair, a black suit, black boots... The man from the lab. The one who was in charge of everything that they did to me.
It was him.
Suki: And that's the end of the chapter! :) I hope you all enjoyed it. Can you all guess what happened in the beginning of the chapter? xD Feel free to put your guess in reviews and I will tell you if you were right or not next chapter. Hope you all enjoyed it!
Next chapter: Page meets head-on with Wesker and Wesker sends another B.O.W to test Page's Plaga...