Author's notes 1: This story is based in the S.D Perry Resident Evil Universe, but also in the game's universe. Also I don't have any right's nor claims to Resident evil, Rebecca, Forrest, Wesker or any other copyrighted character, that hell belongs to Capcom and their buddies.
Resident Evil
"Bravo"
By: NeoMoon
Chapter Two:
The lighting was crude at best. As Forrest walked through hall he could swear he heard noises. He continually found himself looking over his shoulder much to Ken and Enrico's delight.
"Bet he still check under the bed." Enrico said just loud enough to Ken.
Ken let out laugh, then looked at Forrest. "Sorry man."
Forrest waved him off, then stopped. "How much ammo you two got?"
"Twenty four rounds, plus what I got in now." Enrico said, taking an auto loader from a pocket on his frag vest.
"Three clips." Ken said, as he slammed a clip into his berreta.
Forrest nodded, then checked the door. Locked.
He sighed, and started back down the hallway, his eyes darting to the many shadows that seemed to move around them, like ghost.
Forrest sighed again, and wondered briefly if he was just being overly paranoid. He shook his head and turned the corner.
Someone was walking toward them, their left foot dragging on the ground behind them making a sickening scrapping sound.
One of the missing people? Enrico went to step forward, to go help whom ever it was that was walking toward them. Forrest didn't know why but he held up his free arm, blocking Enrico.
"Who are you?" Forrest asked, watching as the man approached, his body seeming to move in the shadows, yet he did not answer. Forrest lowered his arm, bringing up the berreta with his other, and holding it tightly before him, squarely focused on the figure approaching. "Who are you?" Forrest said again, his voice filling with a dangerous edge he was all too familiar with. Still no answer. "If you don't answer, I will be forced to shoot."
The figure in the shadows still did not answer, but raised his arms toward them, the shadows falling away as he came.
Forrest's eyes grew wide, and he could feel himself moving backwards, into his friends. A single word registered in his mind, and found it's way to his lips. "Zombie." He said in an awed, fearful whisper.
But no, no it couldn't be. Zombies were only the works of cheesy Hollywood makeup artist. But here now in front of him one walked toward them. It's skin pale and ripping, the scent of decay raising from it, coming toward them. Oh god what a smell! Why hadn't they been able to smell it earlier?
Forrest at last found himself, the creature, the Zombie not more then a arms length away, when he finally fired, the shot from the berreta seeming to break a weird silence that had seized them all, for within seconds, Ken and Enrico also fired.
The hall filled with the deafening sound of gun fire as the Zombie was forced back with every shot, but still it did not fall, and still, if not slowly it came at them it's arms outstretched, waiting to be fed.
"Fall damn you! Fall!" Forrest screamed as he emptied his clip, and quickly slammed another into his berreta.
But the Zombie did not fall, and soon Forrest found himself slowly moving backwards, Ken and Enrico had stopped shooting and were at the doorway, waiting, but he couldn't stop, he wouldn't be defeated by this, thing.
* * *
Rebecca turned, and ran back toward the door that led into the main room. Shot's had just been fired. She turned back to Rich who stood by an odd statue of a woman holding vase. She wanted to help, to go running to her friends, but she had been given an order, and now she had to obey.
"Lock the door." Rich said flatly, as he walked over to another door and waited for her. Rebecca looked at him for a second then shaking her head did as he had said.
She walked over, and watched as Rich slowly opened the door, keeping his berreta held out as he entered. Rebecca didn't understand why he was doing this, why he was being so damned careful.
It was a long hallway. As Rebecca walked through it she couldn't help but notice the many cases that lined the left-hand side. She wanted to stop, But Rich had already turned the corner, she sighed and ran after to catch up with him.
* * *
*Damn it!* Rich screamed in his mind. It had all sounded so freaking simple! He leaned against the wall, and banged his fist against its papered surface.
The dogs, the freaking dogs wee the cause of all this! Why hadn't Wesker told him about the dogs?
He could remember it clearly, how he had been chosen from the New York branch to help in this, but now, now he wasn't quite sure now, Wesker didn't tell him. Why hadn't he been told!?
He had only been supposed to keep them away from the mansion, that was all, keep them away, make sure they found nothing. It sounded all so simple.
Rich slumped his head, and shook it. What was he to do now? He looked at his berreta; his eyes growing wide as the realization came to him.
"Keep them away." Wesker said. "Keep them away at all cost."
"Are you alright?"
Rich almost jumped. He looked over and smiled at the young girl that stood next to him. "Yeah." He lied. "I'm fine."
Rebecca nodded, her eyes shooting the door that lay ahead.
"Let's go then." Rich said, his voice suddenly had a kind of determination in it.
* * *
It lay only three feet away; it's decaying body shaking as the shock of the wound slowly registered throughout its body.
Forrest guessed it was once a man like him, but what he didn't understand was how it became what it was. He turned and walked away, his stomach slowly untying the knots within. It was on him, its arms wrapping around when he finely killed it. Something inside of him, a memory from childhood maybe, he really didn't know, all he knew was that it had saved him, and shown the creature's weakness. He looked at Ken and Enrico who leaned against the wall, a goofy smile playing on his face for a second. "Aim for the head." His face was serious again, and he walked out of the hallway without another word.
They could here the ticking of a cock beneath them now. Forrest walked over to the ledge of the balcony like upper room and looked over its edge, down into the mansion's dining room. What surprised him was the rotting food on the table, and again he wondered why.
He looked over seeing Enrico and Ken examining a statue of a woman.
"Odd." Enrico said, his voice bewildered as he looked over toward Forrest. "Why have a statue here?"
Forrest shrugged and started for a door on the far right side. "Ken." He said as he reached for the doorknob. "I saw a door when I looked down. Go check it out."
Ken nodded, and soon he disappeared through the door and headed downstairs.
* * *
It was quiet, he hated the quiet. All there was in the dining room were his footfalls and the ticking of the old Grandfather clock.
Tick tock, tick tock.
Rich had been staring at for a while now as he circled the room. It had been his third time threw, making sure all way safe, and now he stood by the clock, staring at it, not really knowing why, but just staring at it. A small voice spoke to him in the back of his head, his father's voice, but he couldn't understand it, the words sounded like those spoken under water. Ken shook his head, and with a final glance he walked toward the door, his footfalls seeming to fade until there was nothing.
It was a long narrow hallway, to his left it curved and disappeared out of view. To his right it continued till it reached a single wooden door. There were two other doors as well; he'd try them first.
He glanced over to his left again, to where the hallway turned and disappeared; a slight shiver ran up his back. Yes he would check the doors first.
Locked all of them. He slumped against the final one and sighed as he looked down the hall and to where he would venture next. His stomach was in nuts, his mind was screaming to stay away, he wanted to listen, he really did, but he had a duty to his leader. And so, with a final sigh he pushed back his shoulders, lifted himself off the door, and began to walk down the hallway.
His movements made no sounds as his feet slowly made their way over the thick carpet, his breathing amazingly steady. He had just past the door to the dining room when he heard someone outside, getting closer to the door. He froze, and slowly he raised his berreta, preparing for the worst.
* * *
It was luck, it had to be! How else could he explain losing Rebecca so easily. He was proud of himself to say the least, the smile growing on his face every time he thought of how easy it was.
He had gotten ahead of her, and so he ducked into a small empty room and listened for her to pass, when she had he sneaked out and made his way here.
The dining room was larger then he would have thought. He looked around it from the entrance door, not daring to move. After a few seconds he though it safe and began to walk forward, being careful to stay close to the wall so that he wouldn't be noticed from above. He stopped at the fireplace, and looked at the door ahead of him. *Could they be that way?* He thought as he walked forward toward the door.
He brought out his berreta and kept firmly gripped in his hand as he opened the door, and looked inside, instantly being greeted by the barrel of another berreta.
"Jesus Christ!" He screamed and jumped away from the door.
He heard a sigh of relieve and soon saw Ken come to the door.
"Sorry man." The young man said with a small-relieved smile on his face. "I thought you might be one of the monsters."
"Monsters?" Rich asked, slowly stepping into the hall. "You mean he dog thing?"
Ken holstered his weapon and slumped against the wall. "No man, something else." He shook his head then looked Rich straight in the face. "Zombies, man."
Rich felt like laughing. He shook his head, and made his final decision. The boy deserved it if he fell apart so easily.
Rich raised his berreta, and pointed it at Ken.
"Hey, Rich man, what's going on?"
"Shut up!" Rich hissed, his eyes flaring. "I was promised so much!" He stepped forward, as Ken stepped back. "All I had to do was keep you assholes from the mansion! But no!"
Rich was walking backwards, sweet pouring off his face.
The boy turned the corner, and then he screamed.
Rich ran over, still holding the berreta out, knowing he would have to shoot the boy, but as he turned the corner he froze at what he saw, and he could feel a strong burning in his stomach that raised upwards.
The boy had been right, there were zombies. It was on him, tearing at the flesh on the boy's neck, crimson liquid running down its pale chapped lips and chin. I looked up for a second, it's blank emotionless eyes fixing on Rich, then it went back to its meal.
"Help me." Ken pleaded, outstretching his arm as the creature bight into him.
Rich slowly raised his weapon, his hands shaking, his gripped tighter then he could ever remember. And with one shoot Ken fell, and the Zombie followed, eager to finish it's meal.
Rich backed away, never turning it's back on the creature, and retreated into the hallway, were he leaned against the wall and vomited.
"Oh God." He whispered as he wiped bile from his chin. "What hell is this." All he could hear was tick of the old grandfather clock, and far away a gun shoot.
End Chapter Two
Author's Note 2: What did you think? Please tell me, I really like to know that my stories are being read, because that is why I write. So please, please, please tell me. Oh and Chapter Three should be out soon.