Disclaimer: I don't own Resident Evil
Thanks for the fantastic reviews everybody. As promised the sixth part of my Resident Evil Chat Room has been uploaded. Because YouTube kept blocking the videos in certain countries (and because they removed the audio for my new video), I created a MySpace account where you can see my videos and pictures. The link for that can be found on my profile page. Anyway, onto the new chapter. Enjoy.
Chris and Sheva walked into a room, and a man wearing a turban held up a gun at them.
"You two," he spoke as he motioned his head, "This way."
The two stiffened and looked nervous.
"I'm not going to kill you," he said, "I just want to show you something."
"So why point a gun at us?" Chris asked.
"To add drama and intensity," he answered.
"That's stupid," Sheva commented.
"DO NOT MOCK MY WAYS!" the man ordered, "Now then, shut your banana hole and walk this way."
The two obeyed and followed the strange man as he spoke.
"Maybe because of the lack of-"
"OH MY GOD!" Chris exclaimed as he looked at a chunk of rotting meat hanging from the ceiling, "I'm gonna throw up!"
"HEY! Let me finish! Maybe because of the lack of government, people are living on edge. We're not used to having so much freedom. You should do what you came here to do and go home."
"They really roll out the red carpet for us Americans," Chris commented to his partner.
"Yeah," Sheva agreed as she looked at the carpet rolled out on the ground, "I think they laced it with gold too."
The man continued to walk until he came across a box.
"I have some weapons for you here, check them," he said.
The two exchanged glances, and Chris unhooked the latches. He screamed and jumped back as plastic snakes sprung out of the box. Fisher and Sheva both started to laugh as he tried to recover himself.
"I haven't had this much fun since my buddy and I sold weapons in Spain," he said as he wiped the corners of his eyes, "The real box is behind you."
Chris frowned, and hesitated for a moment. He quickly opened the box and stood back, but nothing happened. He found some guns inside, and took them.
"Destination coordinates?" Sheva requested.
"Ten squares up ahead," Fisher answered as he crossed his arms, "Alpha team's waiting there."
"Good," Sheva said.
He nodded, and then turned to face Chris.
"What do you know about McBuros?" he asked.
"Mostly just rumors," Chris answered, "Something about a Doomsday meal."
"Doomsday sounds about right, apparently it is no rumor," Fisher said.
Sheva looked horrified, "You're kidding, right?"
"I don't kid…okay, so I do, but not about this," he answered, "You must find a man named Irving. He's our only lead."
The two watched as he walked off. He stopped at the doorway and turned around.
"And be careful out there," he added, "There's fan girls."
The two nodded as he walked out. Chris looked back at the meat and turned green.
"Can I throw up now?" he asked.
"No."
"Darn."
A/N: One down, four more chapters to go. I'm thinking about doing a fic depicting what the characters of my chat room videos were up to when they weren't online, but I don't know if y'all would be interested in that or not. Feel free to leave a review, and have a happy new year!
