I raced down the stairway into the kitchen, grabbing the phone quickly hoping it wouldn't attract those things.

Pressing the phone to my ear I was greeted by my mothers voice, much more frantic than usual.

"S-Shiloh, baby! Is that you?"

"Yes, mom..."

"You need to leave! Get out! Go!"

"And where the hell do you expect me to go?!"

"Get the briefcase, the backpack! Get out!"

"What briefcase? What backpack! Where do I go?!"

Hearing the frustration in my voice she took a deep breath in, trying to recollect her thoughts.

"Shiloh, under my bed is a box, take the contents with you and use them if necessary. You must leave Raccoon City before..."

Her voice faded out as if she were still trying to hide something, even in a situation such as this one.

"Mom, before what?"

"Just get out right now... Take the quickest route to the Arkham Mountains. No detours, no helping anybody out! Once in the mountains cross over to the next town you can find. And Shiloh, please forgive me..."

The phone cut out as I stood wide-eyed in complete shock. She wasn't coming for me, she didn't even tell me where she was. I was all on my own and I had to leave the house and go out there with those... things.

A good half hour went by of me sitting in silence, trying to gain the strength to head back upstairs. Although my mom sometimes cared more about her work, deep down she loved me just as much and any instructions she gave had to be the best option. It sure beat sitting around waiting to be eaten alive!

Hesitantly I headed back into my moms room, collapsing to the floor. I began to reach around the small space of room under the bed frame until something hit my hand. I pulled the box out to find it read 'To Shiloh' on top.

It made me pretty nervous knowing whatever my mom was working on over the years, she had all this already planned out for me.

Hands trembling I forced the top flaps of the carboard box open to reveal its' contents. The box held two silver brief cases - one with a sticky note reading 'Take With You', the second with a note reading 'Take Contents With You' - , and a black backpack. I first searched in the bag seeming it was too heavy to be empty.

Inside the bag I found a silver flashlight, a map, a lantern, a thermos, a sleeping bag, and a first aid kit.

I next opened the briefcase I would take the contents of. Jaw dropping in shock, I couldn't believe my eyes. It took me a good few moments to truly comprehend what really was inside.

All tightly cushioned in a soft foam material were a set of heavy duty weapons - those of which someone my age should never handle and my mother couldn't have been involved with. Two of which were 44 Magnums , fully loaded with ammo surrounding them . The other two were long daggers .

I wasn't at all experienced with using weapons . But I did happen to read up on them , I knew the names and their uses, but never had any hands on experience . It almost made me sick realizing my mother must have had this experience . Her work no longer seemed as innocent as I'd always thought . I was so naive to the truth.

This was all so real now and I seemed to be lost in the moment . Raising one of the guns, I held it against my own body with a sense of comfort brought along with it . This i would keep close to me . I filled the bag with the rest of the weapons , making sure to keep one of the daggers in my boot for safe keeping.

I wanted so badly to open the second briefcase but a slight feeling of uncertainty stopped me . The fear of it's contents was almost too overwhelming . With time I would see , but for now the only thing that seemed right was taking it with me . Concealing the second brief case within the black bag, I zipped it up , throwing the bag on my back .

Considering my mothers instructions for a brief moment , a sense of anger took over . Why should I listen to her instructions? She didn't even try to come get me. I wanted to know the real truth . Maybe it was time to visit the old mansion and see how it all really unfolded .