So the plot thickens. I am taking you on a compleatly different journey through the resident evil point of view. If you are a fan of the game rather then the movie I hope you appreciate the detail I put into this, I did my research. It will all tie in together. If you are a bigger fan of the movies then it will work out as well. Remember that i dont own characters from twilight sega or resident evil. I hope you guys review, but most importantly i hope that you ENJOY!!

CHAPTER 7:

Wrong… Something was definitely wrong.

I couldn't hear anything but what sounded like an air vent somewhere close. The last thing I could remember was laughing for no reason with Valerie and Phil. Lying on the floor, closing my eyes.

My head was pounding, but my heart was pounding faster. I tried to put words together, to shout out to the other two, but I couldn't move my lips. I heard myself grunt. Would they grunt back? What was going on?

It seemed like a while before I could open my eyes. When I finally managed two small slits I was looking up at a ceiling with florescent lights. It looked like I was in a warehouse. I could see the edges of the walls and they were a metallic silver. It felt like I was lying on the floor, but for some reason my instinct told me not to roll over. Could I sit up?

I tried that. Twice. The third time it felt like I was working every muscle in my body after running for miles and lifting a heavy weight. I screwed up my face in effort, then finally I was up. I opened my eyes a little more and I was faced with my reflection.

Why was I naked? Why was roughly thirty wires leading from my body to two machines? Without a moments hesitation I began ripping them out. Four at a time. From my temples, from my arms, chest, legs, back… They were everywhere. Afterwards I could feel warm trickles of blood sliding down my skin. I didn't bother to look at my reflection again.

I looked around the room instead. No Valerie or Phil. Nothing but me, the gurney I was on, and the machines. The door was to the right of me at the upper corner of the room, a doctors jacket hung beside of it. I was in a hospital. Okay, that I could handle.

Maybe my parents had been called and we were all found. But what had happened to the people in the mansion? Were they here too? Where were Valerie and her brother? Had they already been taken home? What if her parents had decided to take her away early? How long had I been here? Shit.

These thoughts were enough to put me into action. I nearly jumped off the gurney, and

then when my legs hit the floor they gave way. I fell to the cold tiles underneath me, resting my face against them. I felt heated, like I had a fever. After I took a few breaths I tried again, this time with success though I wasn't completely steady. I wobbled to the door and took the jacket, wrapping it around me slowly.

But the door was locked. It had a security pad on it. Shit. Shit. Shit… What the hell do I do? I looked over at the mirror and edged my way to it. I put my face as close as possible and cupped my hands over my eyes so I could peer in. Obviously it was a two way. I saw computers and paper scattered here and there. But I didn't see any doctors, or even my parents. I banged on the window a few times trying to get someone's attention, but no one came.

They didn't want to let me out, so I would have to get out myself. I looked back at the gurney and saw all the needles that had been inside me. I broke one off and then silently thanked dad for getting me into cub scouts where I had learned to pick locks when I was six. I went to the door and jammed the needle in the card slot and went to work. It took thirty seconds and then the light clicked from red to green and my door beeped open. I threw the needle behind me and opened the door a crack, peeking out.

The halls were trashed, there was blood smeared on the wall, files among files of paper and patient records were scattered everywhere. The lights were blown out and only a few remained, patches of distant light here and there further down the halls only illuminated ten feet in length. It reminded me of the few rooms we had seen in that mansion. I had to be dreaming. This was an absolute nightmare. No way this was happening. I was still on that mansion floor with the other two, maybe we were asleep and we were due to wake up at any second. Not here. It wasn't here now was it? Where ever here was. I had never been in this hospital before.

I stepped out of my room after a few minutes of taking this scene in. There was a nurse desk about twenty feet to my right, but no nurse. A trail of blood was smeared over the counter as if someone was dragged across it. I stopped breathing for a second. I had to find the other two, and we had to get out of here. Now.

If they were here.

Thinking fast I made my way to the computer behind the nurse's desk. It was almost impossible to walk here because the filing cabinets were blocking a clear path, but I managed. When I was at the computer I moved the mouse to turn it on, when it was on a password was needed. I cursed under my breath. Well, this would have been useful if I knew the password. That way I could find what room the others were in. I looked around to see which hospital this was. Raccoon Hospital was printed on one of the papers nearby that had an email on it.

Raccoon City Hospital will not be able to book anymore patients beginning September 24th. Phone lines will be down soon afterward. If there is trouble please contact the PD. On the 25th there will be an evacuation plan for all citizens. We are sorry for your inconvenience, but there is nothing more the staff here can do. It is beyond our power to cause miracles to this extent…

What day was it? I looked at the computer again and drug the mouse to the information bar. It was six in the evening, and the date was September 30th. That meant that I was off by five days. Five days after the evacuation. I was stuck here in the city. Had the others evacuated? I knew that if it was in their power then they would have made sure I would have made it out. That was if they were out themselves. I turned back to the computer and took my chances. I typed in last and first names of the ones I found around the desk, the name of the city, the name of the hospital… Then I put in the initials of the hospital.

"WELCOME!" A computerized lady voice said. But it was like she had shouted through the silent halls. The glow was more intense then before. This had to be the absolute worst way to be secretive. If someone was looking for me then it would have been obvious where they would find me. Just follow that annoying computer voice and then when you see the glow proceed until you see a guy behind the desk. Shit.

I waited a few beats and listened for anyone or anything walking toward me. But the silence continued, so I drug the mouse to the patient files. There were hundreds of names here. A few of them caught my eye if they started with a V or P, but none of them were what I was looking for. I found my own file and went to open it, but it needed yet another password to open. I didn't bother, and just read the basics. Normally I would have wanted to know, but it wasn't me that I opened this computer for. It told the room I was in and how long I had been here. Ten days. I had been brought here on the 20th by…

Albert Wesker? He had been in the mansion with us at the time? Had he been the only one who had gotten out fine? I started to look for the others who had been there as well. Nothing on them either. My heart dropped. It didn't make any since that I had been the only one brought here. Didn't Val and Phil go thorough the same thing or had I been the only one to pass out? I knew I had smelled something before that had happened. It had to be some kind of gas.

I looked at my name on the computer again. Edward Anthony Mason. They would have called my mom and dad, and my parents would have evacuated with everyone else five days later. But would they have? Like Val and Phil I was sure that they would have done everything in their power to get my out too. If they had even been here.

Something told me that they hadn't. There was no way they would have just left me if my heart was still beating. Even then they would have pried my mothers fingers from my dead body, but that wasn't the case. So they didn't even know.

My cloths were gone so went my cell phone too. I wouldn't have been able to contact them or even check the messages my father would have sent me. The messages that he would keep sending, not knowing that I was never going to get them. They thought that we were still on the road to wherever, trying to save Val from her parents binds. They had no idea what had happened in the last eleven or twelve days that we had been gone.

I also had a feeling that Valerie and Phil had to have been brought here. I looked back at my file and saw that Albert Wesker's name was highlighted in blue. I clicked on it and another file opened.

On September 20th Albert Wesker of the Raccoon PD dropped off three patients. Edward Mason, Valerie Pagan, and Phillip Pagan. Wesker reported that he had saved them from the Raccoon forest. Tourists that "were in the wrong place at the wrong time." Their were no other survivors that managed to escape from the mansion mission that he had been apart of. Chris Redfield, Jill Valentine, and Barry Benson have fallen. He reports there was a viral outbreak there and the urgency to contain it is high…

My heart rose again at the sight of the Pagan's names. They were highlighted in blue as well. I clicked on Valerie's name before I could finish the rest of the first file.

Valerie Pagan is unknown. There is no record of her belonging in the city, as well as none belonging anywhere else. She was brought in with her brother Phillip Pagan and Edward Manson on September 20th by Albert Wesker. Seizures and panic attacks are common symptoms with Ms. Pagan. She spent most of her time in the ER an then was moved to room 305 on the second floor. Put under the care of…

My heart jumped. Room 305 on the second floor. I took a pen from the desk nearby and wrote it on the back of my hand, and then clicked on Phil's name.

Phillip Pagan was brought in with his sister Valerie Pagan and friend Edward Mason on September 20th by Albert Wesker. Like his sister he is an unknown. Symptoms are severe headache's and waves of nausea. Due to the overbooking of the hospital he was put in room B14, in the basement…

I wrote this down on my hand under Valerie's room, and then scrolled back until I was at my file again. Why didn't the other two show in the main patient files, and why was my file the only one that required a password? I had to find them, if they were still here maybe they were locked in like I had been . Maybe they hadn't even come to. I turned off the computer monitor only, incase I needed to come back to it later. It was darker without the screen on, and it took a while for my eyes to adjust properly.

When I could see again I began to look in the drawers for a gun, or any kind of weapon at all. I looked through everything and didn't find a gun, but I found a long pocket knife on the floor underneath one of the chairs. I flipped it open and could see that it had been used before, dry blood was smeared across the blade. I closed it and put it in the right hand pocket of the doctors coat I had on. I looked around for alternate cloths and found five sets of scrubs lying on the floor out in the hall.

After changing into one of the scrubs and putting the jacket back on I made my way to the second floor. At the stairs I saw that I was on the third, so I slowly opened the door and closed it quietly behind me. I turned and started down a floor, but paused when I heard movements above me. It sounded like someone's feet were dragging the landing on fourth. I opened my mouth to call out to whoever it was, but stopped myself. It could be anything, so it wasn't important. I doubted either Val or Phil would be up their, if anything they would go to the first floor because that was where the exit would be. I smiled, that was if they weren't looking for me, and they would have found out, like I had, where my room had been.

I continued to the second floor and opened the door silently, but it creaked anyway and I sighed in annoyance. I looked around and saw that these halls were almost identical to the ones upstairs. Only a lot more blood was here, I smelled it as soon as I had opened the door. My gag reflex made me put a hand over my mouth. Discussing, I hated the smell of blood. I stepped into the hall and the door shut behind me.

Then I was tackled to the floor. I struggled against whatever was binding me and looked up. A women that was missing some of her forehead and had pale skin was attacking me. Her mouth was open and she was growling, her teeth stained with blood. Her eyes were vacant and glazed over and her long hair was matted. I pushed against her and she only budged a few inches. I struggled to reach in my jacket pocket, and barely slid my hand into it, the tips of my fingers clawing at the handle. The women inched closer, her teeth snipping at my face, barely missing my nose.

Finally after what seemed like an eternity I grabbed the knife, flipped it open, and with all the strength I had I stabbed her in the temple, throwing my whole body into it. The women grunted and then slumped onto me and I threw her off. I jumped up to my feet and looked down at her. She had been a nurse here at the hospital, Nurse Kimberly Watson it said on her tag. I looked at her properly and saw that she had very pretty features and automatically felt sorry for her. It was possible that she had a family and a lot of friends that had lost her, or maybe they had been lost as well. I leaned down and yanked the blade out of her skull.

Whatever this virus breakout was, it was horrible. How many people did the blood on the walls and floor belong to? This had to be the worst virus outbreak ever, especially if it had brought back the dead as human eating machines. Zombies, that's what Valerie had called them. It sure did look like it.

I turned to the nearest door and looked at the number. 289, and the one to the left of it was 288. So I went right, glancing at the numbers but watching intently around me. Bodies were scattered everywhere, and I would pause in front of them for a while before I would move on, waiting for one of them to rise to their feet and come after me, then I would constantly glance behind me. An extreme paranoia had me close to the wall as I reached room 296.

I took it slow. I was afraid, I could admit that. This was terrifying. There was no way that I was going to come back from this. No way in hell that I was ever going to forget something this devastating. If we made it out alive then it would haunt me forever. Even after death. These images will stick in my mind forever.

Finally, I was at room 305. When I was sure absolutely nothing was going to get me, I turned to it and grabbed at the handle. As expected it was locked. I took my pocket knife and flipped it open, then started working at the card slot. This was a lot more difficult then it had been in my room with the needle. The blade was thicker and it was harder to move it with ease. It took a lot longer, but I managed to make the lock click and like it had in my room, the light turned from red to green. I grabbed the doorknob.

But found myself hesitating. What would I find in here? If Val wasn't in here then where else could she be? What if she was…

I shook myself out of all the negative thoughts, I would have to face the truth anyway. I would just find another way around it all until I found her. Or until I knew what happened to her. So I opened the door holding my breath…

There she was, the room she was in matched mine perfectly. Every single corner, the mirror, the coat on the hanger, the gurney she was on… Even the wires were set up the same way they had been all around her body. Her naked body.

I walked forward, breathing again but slowly. The monitors that were hooked up to her showed that everything was working fine. Like a normal human body should. I took off my coat and draped it over her, but not before noticing the scar above her left hipbone. After I covered her I pulled the coat back a little to look at it closer. It was a dark scar, like it hadn't been long since the wound had healed. I ran my finger over it and felt the skin over it was hard and a little swollen.

Goosebumps rose at my touch on her skin, and then I jumped when a small moan came out of her mouth. I looked at her face and her eyebrows were furrowed, like she was concentrating really hard so she could open her eyes.

"Valerie, its me." I told her in a hushed voice. "Its Edward, I'm here."

It took a while, and through the process her head rocked back and fourth. A few more moans escaped and then her eyes fluttered open only slightly. Val didn't look at me at first, but she looked to the right of her, as if expecting me to be standing there. For some reason fear crossed her expression, but only for a second. If I would have blinked or looked away I would have missed it. Eventually her eyes made her way to my face, and she opened her mouth in surprise.

I smiled at her, she look pitiful. She reached her arm out weakly and her fingertips touched my face. She ran three of them across my cheek, my lips, and then down my neck stopping at my collar bone. I took her hand and held it with both of mine. The look in her eyes was new. They were glazed over, but no as if she was vacant, there was a sparkle there that I had never seen before. My heart became overwhelmingly warm and I kissed her knuckles. I was so happy and relieved that she was okay. That she was awake.

"Edward…" She whispered my name as if she was looking at her first born and giving him a name. "I… Its been so long."

"I know, have you been awake a lot since the mansion?" I asked.

"That was ages ago." She said, closing her eyes again as if she were thinking of something painful. "Ages and ages."

"Are you okay?"

"No." She shook her head. "Help me."I nodded even though she couldn't see me and started to sit her up. She winced a lot but eventually she was sitting on her own. I put my hand on the middle of her back to be sure that she would stay that way. Her long hair was sticking up everywhere and some of it fell over her face. She looked smaller then usual because of this. It seemed like there was more hair then there was Valerie. I looked over her back and was glad to see that there were no scars here. My eyes traveled downward despite myself and I smiled at the two dimples in her lower back and her perky cheeks.

Wow, she was so adorable. No other word came to mind, that one just fit perfectly. My heart swelled in my chest and I looked away. I felt bad for looking at her in this state but I couldn't help it. Even in her worst wear she was breathtaking. I shook my head and walked forward so I could see through her hair and read her face.

"You okay?" I asked again.

"Yeah, the room is spinning."

"That happens." I told her, remembering the same sensation. "Do you want to take these out? The wires?"

She nodded, and I told her to take a deep breath. I yanked and yanked, she squirmed and her face was screwed up in effort not to scream. It was the hardest thing to do, knowing I was causing her pain and watching blood trickle down her skin like it had done with me. But I knew that I had to do this if I was going to get her out of here so I kept it up. This time I pulled five out at a time, which probably hurt her badly but at least it would be over faster. When I was done, the doctors coat that she had been holding to her chest had blood spots on it.

"Ow!" She whined in the end. I had to give her credit, even though tears were running down her face, she was a tough girl.

"I'll help you stand, we have to go and find your brother."

She nodded and I wrapped my arms around her and picked her up, slowly putting her on her feet when we were clear of the gurney. Val stood on her tiptoes and tried to balance with my help. It took a few minutes but eventually she got the hang of it and could stand on her own. She put the doctors coat on and wrapped it around herself. I noticed when she took her steps she wasn't as wobbly as I had been, but she would hold out her arms as if on a balance beam and walk steady. She had always been more graceful then anyone I knew, so I wasn't surprised.

I watched her as she swept her hair from her face and tucked loose strands behind her ears. Then wiped the tear streaks from her face.

"Okay, do you know where Phil is?" She asked me, all business. Her face was set and she even looked a little angry.

"Yeah, but I should warn you about something."

"What?"

"Remember in the mansion when we ran into those Zombies?"

"Yeah."

"Well, this virus spread all the way to the city. We're in the Raccoon City Hospital. There was an evacuation five days ago so everyone had a chance to leave the city because it was taking over I suppose. Out in the halls," I pointed at the door. "There's blood everywhere. I ran into only one nurse zombie and before that I found a pocket knife. I had to stab her in the head. It had to have been luck that I didn't run into more, but I don't know if that'll be the case on the way to find Phil. He's in the basement."

"How do you know this?"

"Which part?"

"How to find us?"

"I was on the third floor and I got into a computer up there, then checked on where you guys were. It took a little digging but I found you both." I showed her the back of my hand.

After she looked at it she nodded. "We need to find a gun."

"That would be nice. We can do a little searching up here if you want to."

She agreed and then we headed for the door. I hoped that the noise that we had made, even to a bare minimum, hadn't attracted anything. But mostly, I hoped that Valerie wouldn't lose her mind at the sight of the scene she was about to see in the halls. I almost had.