Chapter 8
Ricky had once more begun his search for Justin after meeting the second Red Queen. He was walking down a dark corridor, the flashlight of his gun pointed down at the floor as he walked. He turned a corner picking up his flashlight. The light cut through the darkness. He gasped immediately jumping back and covering the light of his gun with his palm. E had seen a limb but not what it belonged to. It looked as if it had been 'human'.
' Knowing Umbrella, it could be anything.' Ricky thought. He assumed that whatever was around the corner must have came from one of the gates he was commanded to open by Wesker, meaning it was infected. With no choice left, Ricky turned the corner slowly, and waited. The silence was deafening. No noise could be heard. He removed his hand from the flashlight, revealing what hid in the dark. It was a man, Dressed only in a pair of torn pants. Bloody wounds covered his torso.
The man let out a moan, lifting his arms and slowly stumbling towards Ricky.
' Oh shit..' Ricky thought as he covered the light with his palm once more and quickly backed behind the corner. As he went to turn away from the area; he bumped into something, Rather someone. He quietly sidestepped. ' More infected' He began to walk further to the right before he once again bumped into another figure in the dark. " Shit" He whispered. He dashed forward and slammed into a third infected, knocking it down. Moans began to echo throughout the hall. He crouched low to the floor and strained his eyes to adjust to the darkness. Fear slowly began to grow inside him. He had come to a realization. He was alone,... And he was surrounded.
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Wesker stood with the remaining members of Alpha team in the main hall of the mansion. They just finished their search of the hall with no findings.
" Were going to have to search the entire mansion if were to find anyone from Bravo" Wesker said firmly.
" What's the plan?" Barry responded.
" Break up into pairs of two, search the mansion, report back here."
" But Wesker, there's only four of us without Joseph... One of us will be without a partner."
" Correct. That title belongs to Chris."
" And what will you be doing that you can't join me?" Chris asked.
Wesker pushed his glasses back onto his face with his index finger
" I will remain here in case any surviving members of Bravo returns. If anyone is found, the finders will bring them back here and wait for the remainder of the team to return. Understood?"
None of Alpha responded. " Barry, Jill. You are to search the eastern half of the mansion, Chris the west belongs to you." Wesker said.
Chris was already halfway up the stairs of the mansion. " How about I get the top, Barry and Jill get the bottom? Sounds fair?" he said as he continued up the stairs not waiting for a response.
Barry and Jill had begun walking towards a pair of red doors. " Don't worry Jill, We'll find Joseph" Barry said trying to comfort Jill. She nodded in response.
Once all but Wesker had cleared the main hall, he lifted his phone from his pocket to call Ricky.
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Ricky had been slowly crawling through the group of infected. Although they could not see in the dark they still tried to grab at anything they thought would be around them. Ricky held his breathe for periods of time to keep the noise level to a minimum. He would have attempted to fight through the infected but with one clip of ammunition, his chances of succeeding were slim. His eyes had already adjusted to the darkness, allowing him to maneuver easily around the infected. Better to keep it safe at this point, Don't you agree?
He exhaled. This was followed by a rise in activity of the infected, as well as several moans. He paused waiting for the group to calm down.
BEEP!-BEEP!-BEEP!-BEEP!
' Nows not the time' Ricky thought as he rushed to silence his phone, although it was to late. The infected had already caught on to his where abouts and their moaning picked up in volume as well as pace.
" Fuck... Sorry guy's It was Wesker, you can quiet down now!"
He stood up and began to carefully speed walk through the infected, trying to keep as much distance from them as he could. He still refused to use ammunition, no need to get the attention of other creatures.
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Justin had long ago passed out, yet the creature still focused it's eyes on him. Waiting for the chance to smother him. It had grown quite accustomed of Justin, and didn't intend on releasing him.
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" Hmm" Wesker looked down at the screen of his phone. He had called Ricky a total of four times and began to grow annoyed of the answering tone. He fixed his glasses once more as they began to slid off his face. ' Justin is the only option I suppose'
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The sound of multiple bells chiming could be heard emitting from Justin's pocket. The creature searched him,letting out a growl of annoyance as it found the source of the noise. A poorly kept flip phone with display on the front.
All those years n confinement, the creature did not forget the name, Nor the face of the one who ordered it's imprisonment. Albert Wesker. The sparks of hate inside the creature suddenly grew into flames upon reading the display. It howled, throwing the phone against the floor. If Wesker had entered the mansion, the creature was determined to find him and kill him.
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By now Wesker had came to the assumption that his plan had hit a big bump in the road. He had begun his walk to the lower mansion, to the laboratory the boy's once inhabited. He entered an elevator hidden behind a bookcase and clicked the final key. There was a quick shake, followed by a smooth ride down to hell.........................................
