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 rights nor claims to Resident evil, Rebecca,
Forrest, Wesker or any other copyrighted character, that hell belongs to Capcom and their
buddies.
Resident Evil:
"Bravo"
Chapter Three
She was alone, walking through deserted hallways, trying to remember where it was that she had
made the wrong turn.
Rich had disappeared, she remembered reaching a flight of stairs and waiting for her partner,
but he never came, so she went back, and hadn't found him, and now . . .
"I'm lost!" She screamed and leaned against the grimy counter. She sighed and tried to think,
that was as it stood at this point all she could really do. She let her head fall back, and she
closed her eyes, welcoming the light feeling that was coming over her.
She was tired, and wished she could just lay down, but she knew she couldn't, so with an unhappy
groan she pushed herself away and walked back over to the elevator that had brought her down
here.
It didn't work; it had somehow been turned off. She slammed her on the fence that was the door
to the elevator. With a soft curse rolling of her tongue she turned, and walked back into the
small kitchen.
* * *
Forrest wasn't sure what he had heard, but it had been over ten minutes since he heard the shots
go off and even longer since he'd sent Ken to go look down stairs. He picked his berretta up
off the matted carpet and turned. Enrico was still sitting, an odd look covering his tanned
face.
"What are thinking about?" Forrest asked, leaning against wall, and looking at his long time
friend.
Enrico shook his head and stood up. "Just being paranoid, that's all." He smiled, and started
down the narrow stairwell.
Forrest followed behind him, knowing that he shouldn't pry, but something told him that he was
thinking the same thing as Enrico. "You thinking we've been had?"
Enrico stopped, and turned looking out on of the large windows that lined the dark hallway.
Forrest turned to look out the window as well but turned away as he saw one of the monster dogs
pacing just beyond. Finally Enrico nodded.
"Yeah. I mean, don't you find it odd?" He turned his head just enough so he could see Forest
out of the corner of his eye. "We were told to stay away from here, this whole area. Was this
why?"
Enrico turned to walk away when the window shattered, and he fell to the ground, one of the
monster dogs, on top of him, and within seconds began to bite into his leg. Enrico screamed
as the creature tore into him. He looked up at Forrest; his eyes were full of fear as he saw
Forrest level his weapon toward him. *Oh God he's going to shot me.* He thought just before
a loud shot was heard throughout the hallway.
The dog yelped and fell away from Enrico, a small chunk off meat still in its mouth. Forrest
ran over to his friend, ripping off a piece of his shirt and making it into a tight tourniquet
around his friend's upper leg, hoping to stop the bleeding. He looked over at the dog he'd just
killed, and what he saw amazed him. There were two bullet holes. He turned his head, and
finally he noticed someone sitting in the shadows, of the hall's far right corner.
"Which one got 'em first?" Asked a familiar voice.
Forrest smiled and walked over to Rich, and helped him up. "Where's Rebecca?" He asked as they
made their way back to Enrico.
Rich shook his head. "Don't know we got separated, I heard gun shoots awhile ago so I came
looking thinking maybe it was her.
Forrest nodded, then looked back down at his other friend. "How is it?" He asked, already
knowing the answer.
Enrico gave a guff sigh then with some help from the other two men, got on his feet. "Been
better." He said as he leaned against the column in the center of the hall.
* * *
Rebecca stepped out of the shaft and into the darkened hallway. She slumped against the wall
and started to rub her arms. She still couldn't believe she was stupid enough to try and climb
that shaft, but she did, and she was all right. She smiled, and pushed herself off the wall,
hoping to find a way back to the main room.
She took the small can of mace out of her pack, and wished that she hadn't dropped her gun, for
what seemed like the millionth time. With a heavy sigh she started to walk down the darkened
hallway.
There was no noise. Nothing, not even the soft hum of lights she was so accustomed to hearing.
Her only companion was the sound off her feet hitting the soft carpeting, and even that sounded
far away.
She rounded a corner and stopped. Then she screamed.
It turned; a thing that looked almost human came toward her, arms outstretched, reaching for her.
She sprayed the air in front of her with the mace, but nothing happened it kept coming for her.
Finally without really knowing she did so, she turned and ran, stopping at the elevator, she
looked back, turning to see the creature's arms slowly emerge from the corner, and then the rest
of it, and just as slowly turn to look at her with eyes that seemed to bulge as if something
pushed at them from behind.
Rebecca could feel her gorge rise as she watched in frozen horror as this thing approached.
She looked down the shaft; the top of the elevator was only a floor down. She back down the
hall, the creature was closer, maybe a dozen feet away. She looked back down the shaft, then
back at the creature, she could smell its breath now, the sickening smell of rotted meat. She
looked down the shaft just as the creature's rotting hand touched her shoulder, and with a gasp
she threw herself downward into the shaft, leaving the creature looking hungrily after her.
She felt herself hit the hard cold metal that was the elevator's roof. She felt the pain
shooting through her body. She saw her vision blur into a blood red nothingness, which gave way
to pure darkness.
* * *
Enrico was too much, and Rich wasn't helping all that much. Forrest readjusted his friend's arm
over his shoulders and finally stopped, leaning against the giant double doors in the front
room. Something had gone wrong, so he followed his own plan, he came back here to regroup, only
problem was two of his group was missing, and another was badly wounded. He sighed heavily and
pushed the door behind him, causing a series of loud barks from the other side.
He pushed himself off the door and slumped beside the other two on the stairs. He looked over
at Enrico and saw that the man had already figured out what was going through Forrest's mind.
"Rich, I'm going to go look for Rebecca, and Ken." He said, getting up and walking toward the
door Rebecca and Rich had entered almost an hour earlier. "Rich stay hear and watch Enrico.
Make sure he doesn't get any worse.
Forrest opened the door and started going through.
"Anything else?" Rich asked, stopping the man.
Forrest turned and smiled. "Yeah, pray." Saying that he closed the door, and was gone.
After Rich was sure Forrest was well away he turned his attention back to Enrico.
"Man." He said, wrinkling up his nose at the sight of the mutilated flesh. "That looks bad."
"Yeah, and it feels worse." Enrico retorted.
"IT could get infected, I thought I saw some antiseptic spray back in one of the rooms I went
through."
Enrico nodded, and propped himself up on his elbows. "You saying we break an order?"
"I'm saying we try and help save that leg of yours."
Enrico looked down at what was left of his lower leg, deep down he knew it couldn't be saved,
but that was deep down. Finally the big man nodded.
Rich smiled as he helped Enrico to stand. Something in that smile made Enrico shiver.
* * *
He still stood in the first room, looking at the statue of the woman carrying the large jug.
He smiled at it, and wondered how such a place could hold such beauty. He shrugged the thought
off and continued into the next room.
It was a long hall; on it's left were glass cases full of plaster moldings of human and animal
bones. Again Forrest found himself amazed by the complete contrast of this place.
He walked down the hall, turning were it cut into the corner. The next hall was also quiet, he
smiled to himself, happy that he hadn't run into any more zombie's or demon dogs. He stopped at
the door, an odd sense coming over him that he had just jinked himself. He sighed, ignoring
that feeling and walked into the next room. Another hall. At the end it cut right, there was
a also a door on the left, right before the cut, also one a little closer on the right.
He looked toward the closer door, then at the one farther up, and decided to go for that one.
His footfalls were loud on the old oak floor, for some reason they sounded louder, and that too
sent something up his spine, for it weirdly sounded like the furnerl drums in those fantasy
movies his girlfriend liked to watch.
As he opened the door he heard the screech of a crow over head
Author's note 2: In case you're wondering how Forrest entered a room that Rebecca had locked in
Chapter two then that means you weren't paying attention. I did say she backtracked a little.
I'll leave the rest to your imagination. Thanks for sticking with me this long.
NeoMoon '01
the game's universe. Also I don't have any rights nor claims to Resident evil, Rebecca,
Forrest, Wesker or any other copyrighted character, that hell belongs to Capcom and their
buddies.
Resident Evil:
"Bravo"
Chapter Three
She was alone, walking through deserted hallways, trying to remember where it was that she had
made the wrong turn.
Rich had disappeared, she remembered reaching a flight of stairs and waiting for her partner,
but he never came, so she went back, and hadn't found him, and now . . .
"I'm lost!" She screamed and leaned against the grimy counter. She sighed and tried to think,
that was as it stood at this point all she could really do. She let her head fall back, and she
closed her eyes, welcoming the light feeling that was coming over her.
She was tired, and wished she could just lay down, but she knew she couldn't, so with an unhappy
groan she pushed herself away and walked back over to the elevator that had brought her down
here.
It didn't work; it had somehow been turned off. She slammed her on the fence that was the door
to the elevator. With a soft curse rolling of her tongue she turned, and walked back into the
small kitchen.
* * *
Forrest wasn't sure what he had heard, but it had been over ten minutes since he heard the shots
go off and even longer since he'd sent Ken to go look down stairs. He picked his berretta up
off the matted carpet and turned. Enrico was still sitting, an odd look covering his tanned
face.
"What are thinking about?" Forrest asked, leaning against wall, and looking at his long time
friend.
Enrico shook his head and stood up. "Just being paranoid, that's all." He smiled, and started
down the narrow stairwell.
Forrest followed behind him, knowing that he shouldn't pry, but something told him that he was
thinking the same thing as Enrico. "You thinking we've been had?"
Enrico stopped, and turned looking out on of the large windows that lined the dark hallway.
Forrest turned to look out the window as well but turned away as he saw one of the monster dogs
pacing just beyond. Finally Enrico nodded.
"Yeah. I mean, don't you find it odd?" He turned his head just enough so he could see Forest
out of the corner of his eye. "We were told to stay away from here, this whole area. Was this
why?"
Enrico turned to walk away when the window shattered, and he fell to the ground, one of the
monster dogs, on top of him, and within seconds began to bite into his leg. Enrico screamed
as the creature tore into him. He looked up at Forrest; his eyes were full of fear as he saw
Forrest level his weapon toward him. *Oh God he's going to shot me.* He thought just before
a loud shot was heard throughout the hallway.
The dog yelped and fell away from Enrico, a small chunk off meat still in its mouth. Forrest
ran over to his friend, ripping off a piece of his shirt and making it into a tight tourniquet
around his friend's upper leg, hoping to stop the bleeding. He looked over at the dog he'd just
killed, and what he saw amazed him. There were two bullet holes. He turned his head, and
finally he noticed someone sitting in the shadows, of the hall's far right corner.
"Which one got 'em first?" Asked a familiar voice.
Forrest smiled and walked over to Rich, and helped him up. "Where's Rebecca?" He asked as they
made their way back to Enrico.
Rich shook his head. "Don't know we got separated, I heard gun shoots awhile ago so I came
looking thinking maybe it was her.
Forrest nodded, then looked back down at his other friend. "How is it?" He asked, already
knowing the answer.
Enrico gave a guff sigh then with some help from the other two men, got on his feet. "Been
better." He said as he leaned against the column in the center of the hall.
* * *
Rebecca stepped out of the shaft and into the darkened hallway. She slumped against the wall
and started to rub her arms. She still couldn't believe she was stupid enough to try and climb
that shaft, but she did, and she was all right. She smiled, and pushed herself off the wall,
hoping to find a way back to the main room.
She took the small can of mace out of her pack, and wished that she hadn't dropped her gun, for
what seemed like the millionth time. With a heavy sigh she started to walk down the darkened
hallway.
There was no noise. Nothing, not even the soft hum of lights she was so accustomed to hearing.
Her only companion was the sound off her feet hitting the soft carpeting, and even that sounded
far away.
She rounded a corner and stopped. Then she screamed.
It turned; a thing that looked almost human came toward her, arms outstretched, reaching for her.
She sprayed the air in front of her with the mace, but nothing happened it kept coming for her.
Finally without really knowing she did so, she turned and ran, stopping at the elevator, she
looked back, turning to see the creature's arms slowly emerge from the corner, and then the rest
of it, and just as slowly turn to look at her with eyes that seemed to bulge as if something
pushed at them from behind.
Rebecca could feel her gorge rise as she watched in frozen horror as this thing approached.
She looked down the shaft; the top of the elevator was only a floor down. She back down the
hall, the creature was closer, maybe a dozen feet away. She looked back down the shaft, then
back at the creature, she could smell its breath now, the sickening smell of rotted meat. She
looked down the shaft just as the creature's rotting hand touched her shoulder, and with a gasp
she threw herself downward into the shaft, leaving the creature looking hungrily after her.
She felt herself hit the hard cold metal that was the elevator's roof. She felt the pain
shooting through her body. She saw her vision blur into a blood red nothingness, which gave way
to pure darkness.
* * *
Enrico was too much, and Rich wasn't helping all that much. Forrest readjusted his friend's arm
over his shoulders and finally stopped, leaning against the giant double doors in the front
room. Something had gone wrong, so he followed his own plan, he came back here to regroup, only
problem was two of his group was missing, and another was badly wounded. He sighed heavily and
pushed the door behind him, causing a series of loud barks from the other side.
He pushed himself off the door and slumped beside the other two on the stairs. He looked over
at Enrico and saw that the man had already figured out what was going through Forrest's mind.
"Rich, I'm going to go look for Rebecca, and Ken." He said, getting up and walking toward the
door Rebecca and Rich had entered almost an hour earlier. "Rich stay hear and watch Enrico.
Make sure he doesn't get any worse.
Forrest opened the door and started going through.
"Anything else?" Rich asked, stopping the man.
Forrest turned and smiled. "Yeah, pray." Saying that he closed the door, and was gone.
After Rich was sure Forrest was well away he turned his attention back to Enrico.
"Man." He said, wrinkling up his nose at the sight of the mutilated flesh. "That looks bad."
"Yeah, and it feels worse." Enrico retorted.
"IT could get infected, I thought I saw some antiseptic spray back in one of the rooms I went
through."
Enrico nodded, and propped himself up on his elbows. "You saying we break an order?"
"I'm saying we try and help save that leg of yours."
Enrico looked down at what was left of his lower leg, deep down he knew it couldn't be saved,
but that was deep down. Finally the big man nodded.
Rich smiled as he helped Enrico to stand. Something in that smile made Enrico shiver.
* * *
He still stood in the first room, looking at the statue of the woman carrying the large jug.
He smiled at it, and wondered how such a place could hold such beauty. He shrugged the thought
off and continued into the next room.
It was a long hall; on it's left were glass cases full of plaster moldings of human and animal
bones. Again Forrest found himself amazed by the complete contrast of this place.
He walked down the hall, turning were it cut into the corner. The next hall was also quiet, he
smiled to himself, happy that he hadn't run into any more zombie's or demon dogs. He stopped at
the door, an odd sense coming over him that he had just jinked himself. He sighed, ignoring
that feeling and walked into the next room. Another hall. At the end it cut right, there was
a also a door on the left, right before the cut, also one a little closer on the right.
He looked toward the closer door, then at the one farther up, and decided to go for that one.
His footfalls were loud on the old oak floor, for some reason they sounded louder, and that too
sent something up his spine, for it weirdly sounded like the furnerl drums in those fantasy
movies his girlfriend liked to watch.
As he opened the door he heard the screech of a crow over head
Author's note 2: In case you're wondering how Forrest entered a room that Rebecca had locked in
Chapter two then that means you weren't paying attention. I did say she backtracked a little.
I'll leave the rest to your imagination. Thanks for sticking with me this long.
NeoMoon '01