A Long Cold Night Chapter 8: Default Chapter, a resident evil fanfic

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Joshua and Eric had heard the gunshots and were rushing to see what was going on. Joshua stopped at a corner and motioned for Eric to stop as well. Two rounds went flying past them and from the impact they made on the wall; they looked to be magnum rounds. Taking a deep breath, Joshua quickly poked his face out to assess the situation. There were two men and one body. He looked back again.

"Shit," Joshua quietly muttered.
"What? What's going on?"
"I just found Scott," Joshua answered.
"And?"
"And he's lying in a heap of blood that's coming from his head," Joshua explained.
"Oh," said Eric as he glanced behind him.

They could hear the light footsteps coming from down the hallway. The only problem was they didn't know who it was. Joshua drew both Desert Eagles and Eric drew the SPAS. Stepping into the light was Tom. A naked Tom. A Tom with no pupils. A Tom with some blood coming out of his mouth....

"What the fuck?" asked Joshua.
"Tom are you...Oh shit."

Eric slowly put away the SPAS as not to alarm Tom. Then, with his hand still behind him, he slowly gripped the H&K VP70. If it was just Eric being fast, or Tom just not being threatened, Eric scored a head shot on Tom. Tom's body fell backward onto the floor, eyes just as lifeless as they were before Eric shot him.
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Wesker's eyes immediately shot to the direction from where the gunshot was heard. Someone else was down here with them.

"Great. Now I've got people on both sides of me. Just fuckin' wonderful," he said out loud to no one.

"Talking to yourself now Wesker?" taunted Leon.

"Fuck off Kennedy. It won't really matter because in.." he checked his watch, "thirty minutes, this whole fuckin town is goin up in one big blast."

This immediately caused Joshua and Eric's eyes to widen. Had they really just heard that? They couldn't have...

Leon sighed again. "Give it up Wesker. You're dead, I'm dead. At least let one of us walk out of here alive. It would be a shame to have us all die in vain, don't you think?"

"Bite me. As far as I'm concerned, we either all die now, or you die now and i get the **** out of here with my life and damn near 9 million to boot," replied Wesker.

That's when Wesker made his move. He was slowly backing into the control center. If he could pull up a map, then maybe he could find a way out of the place, without having to go through Kennedy. Sure, killing Leon would be nice, but he didn't want to die today.

Finally he had made it back to the control center's computer. Quickly he began to hack away at the computer, looking for some kind of floor map. Wesker needed to find another exit that didn't risk his life in the process. Then again, he was in an Umbrella lab, so at every turn you were in danger. That's when he managed to pull up a floor map of G1 (the floor he's on). Straight down the hall and to the left was a staircase that led to B1.

"Emergency exits...here we go," he said as he found the file.

Note: In case of emergency, there are four exits. One located on G1, one on B1, one in G2, and one in B2. Common usage of these exits may result in suspicion. Please be advised.

"Okay then. Lets' see about some more BOW's down here," he said as he began typing on the computer, with his magnum pointed at the door.
Note: BOWs are stored in levels B1-B4. Aquatic BOWs are researched on G1. When dealing with the BOWs use extreme caution and follow the safety precautions.

Wesker quickly found the codes to open the cells on B1, which was where he was headed. He quietly stepped out of the control center and poked his head out. The door was open, so maybe Kennedy left. That thought was completely gone when Leon sprang out from the alcove he was hiding in. He let loose a storm of bullets, none of which, hit Wesker.

Finally Wesker made a mad dash for the other side and barely avoided Leon's gunfire. He rounded the corner and nearly fell down when he saw the two men in black anti-terrorist uniforms. They had their backs to him and were apparently looking at something. Not really caring, Wesker fired off two rounds, one for each of them. They were hit in their jackets but it was enough to throw them off and allow Wesker to get by. He made his turn and flung open the door. The stairs leading to B1 greeted him and he smiled as he ran down the steps.

Joshua and Eric were hit in their backs by objects they couldn't see. They flew forewords, landing on their faces.

"Shit!" Eric shouted as he stood up, a sharp pain in his back. He reached behind him, and was relieved to feel the heavy indentation in the flak jacket. Stopped it, he thought with relief.

Joshua stood up, similarly happy.

"Who the hell was that?"

"How the hell should I know?"

"Why the hell are you so pissy?"

"Why the hell don't we go follow that guy?"

Seeing a definite pattern emerging in their questions, Eric simply nodded his agreement.

The two charged off towards the stairs. Before they got there, they saw another person step out of the shot up hallway, carrying a chromed .50 Desert Eagle. He looked at them, but said nothing.

"Hey, who are you? Was that guy shooting at you?" Eric started.

The Desert Eagle came up, and Leon fired. The shot went wide, and the two other men went for cover.

Leon briefly considered going after the two men, but he decided against it. He fired another round in their direction to discourage following, then he traveled down the stairs, hoping to settle the score with Wesker and disable the triggering system.

He wondered how long the shooting had lasted. He got his answer a second later.

A loud voice blared out of the loudspeakers on the walls. It was a monotonous male voice. "Attention, triggering system time warning. There is approximately fifteen minutes to explosion. All personnel are advised to evacuate now. Repeat, there is fifteen minutes left until detonation. All personnel..."

Joshua and Eric finally came out of their cover and looked around. "All right, this place is wired to blow and I don't want to be around when it happens," said Joshua.

"No argument here," said Eric.

"So what now? Do we go after them? Try to stop the explosion? Or get the hell out of town?"

"I say we get the hell out of town."

"Agreed. Okay, first we should at least TRY to stop this place from blowing up. Now one of those guys probably set off the system and they came from over there, so let's check it out," said Joshua.

The two men started toward the hall where the firefight was, then Joshua noticed the sign that read "Control Center". He walked toward it and Eric followed.

They walked into the Control Center to see a number of computers and file cabinets.

"This must be where they store their info," said Eric.

"Most likely. Look at the computers and see if you can find anything."

Eric and Joshua both began looking at the computers. Joshua stopped at one of them when he noticed a countdown in the corner of the screen.

"Found it," he simply said.

Eric walked over and looked at it. "Yep. That's got to be it. Let's see what this does..." he began as his hands moved toward the keyboard.

"DON'T TOUCH IT!" yelled Joshua, "You could set something off. Let me take a look."

Eric rolled his eyes and leaned on the far wall. Joshua was clicking away at the computer, too bad he wasn't a technology expert.

"ATTENTION: THE SELF-DESTRUCT SEQUENCE HAS BEEN ACTIVATED. ALL EMPLOYEES PROCEED TO THE BOTTOM PLATFORM. THE SELF-DESTRUCT SEQUENCE HAS BEEN ACTIVATED, THIS SEQUENCE MAY NOT BE ABORTED. ALL EMPLOYEES PROCEED TO THE BOTTOM PLATFORM."

"Shit! Let's go!" yelled Joshua as he ran out of the room and toward the exit.

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Wesker ducked back in one of the alcoves in B1's level. He could hear Kennedy's footsteps a mile away. Quickly he popped out and squeezed off a few rounds, none of which hit Leon. Leon quickly fired back wildly at Wesker's position. Suddenly the loud speakers came on.

"Shit! I've got to get out of here quick," said Wesker.

"Shit! It must have been those idiots that I left up there. I've got to get out of here. No where is the bottom platform..." said Leon.

Wesker made a mad dash for the door, shots flying all around him. With a loud yell, he took one in the arm. He made it to the door and ran outside. Quickly he looked around and he found his car. He hopped in and started it up. The car went zooming down the street just as Leon emerged from the labs.
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Joshua and Eric emerged from the labs and to their left they saw the same guy that had shot at them. Quickly Joshua fired his MP-5N. Leon took the shots in the flack jacket, but pretended to play dead anyway.

The two quickly searched for a ride and hopped into a nearby 1969 Shelby Mustang (why it was there, I don't know). Joshua quickly hotwired it and the two took off.
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Seemed as if everyone was leaving town, so Leon hopped onto a motorcycle and sped off after the two.
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Joshua crossed his fingers that the grenades he left in the control room would set off some kind of chain reaction. Joshua looked in one of his mirrors and saw some kind of creature plow through the wall of the Umbrella lab. It almost reminded Joshua of Tom, but that couldn't be.

"Why the hell isn't the place blowing up?!" screamed Eric as he pulled out the Remington shotgun.

"How the hell should I know?! Someone must have tinkered with..."

His thoughts were drowned out as a giant explosion erupted where the Umbrella lab once stood. Then once the noise died down, the monotone voice could be heard all over the town.

"ATTENTION: FIVE MINUTES UNTIL DETONATION. REPEAT FIVE MINUTES UNTIL DETONATION."

Thankfully the grenades hadn't messed up everything.

Wesker's BMW M3 was a very powerful machine, but it was no match for Josh and Eric's Shelby. The humming of the BMW's inline-six was drowned out by the rumbling of the Shelby's big V8.

The Shelby pulled even with the Bimmer. Eric leaned out the passenger side window and had his face two inches from the driver's window. "Pull over," he screamed.

At 130 miles per hour, this was not a smart thing to do. Then, Wesker did something that nobody expected.

Screeeeeeeeeech.

Wesker did slam on his brakes, and the two were very surprised. Joshua took his foot off the gas, but Eric leaned back in and told him to just keep going.

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Wesker was annoyed. The two in the car had probably worked for BioRout, and had probably just wanted to capture him.

But oh, fuck what if that's the backup I sent for? Wesker put his foot back down on the accelerator. The M3's powerful engine roared and took off.

Then, Wesker heard a sharp whine from behind him.

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Motorcycles were fun.

Leon informed himself that he would definitely keep this bike after he got out of the city. Maybe he would buy another one. After all, it was so damn fun and just so friggin fast.

The particular bike he had was a Yamaha FZ1, a 998 cc motorcycle that flew like a bottle rocket. It also handled rather well, enabling him to dodge obstacles in the road very quickly.

It was also very quiet, and that was why he could hear tires screeching in front of him.

The night was dark and black. However, a strange fog had settled over the city, enabling him to see perhaps a block or so in front of him.

The Yamaha had been doing perhaps a hundred fifty miles per hour when he saw the shape. There was a car in front of him, and he would certainly have hit it had it not had its brake lights on...

...and ohhellIgottastopnow...

Leon clamped down on both brakes in a hurry. The Yamaha decelerated sharply, but not fast enough. Nowhere near fast enough, and he only had enough time to see the BMW logo on the trunk of the car before he hit it at forty miles per hour.

Leon's motorcycle went crashing right into the back of Wesker's car. The bike half-flipped and Leon was sent flying over the car and landed five feet ahead of it. His face scraped off of the ground, cutting him in various spots.

Ah shit, he thought warily.

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Wesker felt the thump of the motorcycle hit the back of his car. He was stunned until he saw Leon's body go flying in front of the car. The car was about to be put in gas, when someone knocked on Wesker's window. He turned to look and saw it was one of the two that had pulled him over. The other one was picking up Leon.

"Who are you?" questioned the man in black.

So he isn't backup... That means he's free game, Wesker silently thought. "My name is...Chris Redfield. I was here to stop Umbrella's bio-weapons." Wesker told him.

"Redfield huh? All right then Chris, you're not safe in this town. You'll need to come with us," said Joshua.

Wesker looked at the other one who was now supporting Leon on his side. Finally he gave his answer, "Fine. I'll come along on your little escapade."
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Leon was too out of it to realize who Wesker had said he was. In fact, he was too out of it to do anything at the moment. He touched his holster and sighed when he found the Desert Eagle was still in place.

Finally he looked over at the guy who was carrying him. It looked like one of the guys from the lab that he had shot at.

"Wh...Where am I?" Leon asked groggily.

"You're in Belton. You know, the town infested with the living dead?" said Eric.

Immediately Leon stood upright. If he was still here...That's when Leon saw Wesker again. He immediately went for his Desert Eagle and pulled it out. Before Eric had time to react, a shot had been squeezed off.
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Wesker watched as Leon drew his magnum and he immediately ducked down and withdrew his own gun. As soon as the shooting stopped, Wesker popped off a few rounds of his own.

Wesker laid low for a while until he finally got out of the car. Leon was lying on the pavement, but no blood.

"Must have missed, damn."

Wesker looked around as Joshua came walking up to him,

"What's going..." but before he could finish, Wesker had his hand around his throat. Using his super strength he whipped Joshua into his mangled car. With a loud thunk sound, Joshua fell to the cold pavement.

That's when Eric came walking up. He had seen what Wesker had done and went to draw his gun, but Wesker was all ready there. He landed a punch to Eric's gut and then rammed Eric headfirst into his car's right blinker. The glass smashed and Eric fell to the ground, a small puddle of blood forming.

Wesker walked to the back of his car and tossed Leon's bike aside. He whipped open the trunk and took out some rope. Walking back to where Leon was laying he kicked Leon in the head, then began to tie him up. When he finished tying up Leon, he threw him into the Shelby and hopped into the driver's seat. Turning the key, he took off with Leon unconscious.

Joshua stood up groggily, the mother of all headaches forming from his mild concussion. His vision returned in a brief second. He saw that he was leaning against a BMW and his head had created a massive dent in the door.

Must have blacked out for a minute... Oh, shit, where's Eric? Joshua mustered the strength to get to his feet, picking up his fallen weapon. He looked around. Where was-uh oh.

Joshua saw a body lying in front of the BMW. He walked over, filling with dread. No, there's no way...not him...Jesus, not him... But when he saw the bloody face of the corpse, he knew that Eric was unconscious.

He leaned down. "Eric, hey, man, wake up." Eric didn't budge at all. "Hey, wake up," Joshua said more forcefully.

It was then that Joshua realized what was wrong. One of the Bimmer's florescent headlights was broken, glaring a pale blue. There was a dent right next to the light, and blood around the area.

Joshua's heart stopped for what seemed like an hour. No way...no fucking way this happened. He reached over and checked for Eric's pulse. He did not realize that Eric had suffered a massive cerebral hemorrhage that had killed him less than five seconds after his head had hit the light.

Joshua's hand came away gently as he felt no pulse. His heart seemed to stop altogether. How...why him?

Joshua was never a man for crying. He never was, and never had been. However, he felt like weeping an ocean right now.

That, however, passed in a single second and turned to pure rage. I'll kill that motherfucker! He picked up all the guns and opened the back door to the still-idling BMW. He threw them in and slammed the door, not bothering to arrange them at all, his mind still twisted with rage.

Aside from a hole in the windshield, a broken headlight, and a smashed-up trunk, the BMW looked intact. Joshua looked over at his partner, the man whom he had known since fourth grade. I'll get that little fuck, Eric, don't you worry. He looked at the face, bruised and bloodied. And it'll never move again...never tell bad jokes again, never brag about shooting skills again, never ask to go see a cheap B-movie at a run-down theater again...

Joshua tore his gaze away from his dead friend. As he got into the driver's seat of the BMW, he had never felt so much alone.

He rammed his foot down on the gas pedal, launching the car from its place in the middle of the street. He wondered how far the bastard had gotten as the car took off.

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Wesker was ecstatic. Yes! Yes! He looked to his side. He wanted so much to just pick his SOCOM pistol up and put a big round hole in that prick's head, but that would have been counterproductive. After all, he needed information badly, didn't he?

Wesker looked to his right as he heard a faint grumbling. Leon was stirring.

Wesker didn't want to kill Leon, so he delivered a sharp blow to the base of Leon's neck. Leon jerked sharply, then fell back in his seat, unconscious.

Wesker smiled contently to himself. Now, I just get my ass out of the city, and take this man to my headquarters, and we have a nice little chat after a bit of persuasion...

He chucked as he pushed the Shelby up to eighty. This was turning out to be a fine day.

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Joshua was tearing the asphalt up at over a hundred thirty miles per hour. He doubted he was gaining ground on the bastard, but he had to try...

There was a sharp ringing inside the car, startling him. "Shit," he muttered, looking at the dashboard. A cellular phone was hooked up to the dash and was ringing.

He picked it up, trying not to break it. "You son of a bitch, you killed my friend," he said to the caller.

"I did no such thing. If you mean the man who took your car and Leon, then that is him. But I am not he. I am a friend, Mr. Edwards, and believe me when I say that my information is of use to you."

Joshua calmed down. "Okay, who are you?"

"My name is Trent. If you wish to see me, look behind you."

Joshua looked back, half-expecting to see the man in his back seat. Trent wasn't in the seat, but there was a pair of headlights following his car.

"What do you want, Mr. Trent? Just so you know, I swear that if you are going to try to hurt me at all, I will kill..." He was cut off.

"Mr. Edwards," the voice said in a musical not-quite-but-almost-exasperated tone, "I think you need to listen. I will ask you this one time only; would you like me to kill this man?"

What? Joshua was startled. "What?"

"I will kill him if you would like me to. The man has caused me much pain and money. I wish to even the score," the voice replied. Joshua looked back and saw the headlights getting closer through the fog.

"Why do you need my permission, Trent?"

"Because I wish to know if you need to get information from Mr. Wesker."

Wesker? "No the guy I want dead is this bastard named Chris Redfield. He..."

"The man lied to you about his name. His real name is Albert Wesker. He works for a company that I do not know, but he is very well funded. Now, do you wish me to kill him?"

"I'd like to do it myself. Do you know where he is?"

It occurred to Joshua that he was on a country road, a narrow two-lane highway that he could see through the quickly lifting fog. He could not see the Shelby, though...

"Yes, I do."

"Will you take me to him?" Joshua didn't let up on the gas at all, but the headlight suddenly got larger. They transformed into a grille as they got closer, then a tangible car.

"Follow me," said the voice over the phone. The line clicked off as the Mercedes Benz S540 sedan passed him. Joshua tried to look inside, but the combination of tinted windows and a dark night made it impossible to make out even the vague shape of the driver.

"Lead the way, Mr. Trent," Joshua said to himself as he followed the Mercedes farther away from the necropolis.

The 1969 Shelby Mustang roared down the street. The driver Albert Wesker humming to himself. It was only a matter of minutes before the whole damn lab went up in smoke, but by his calculations, he was currently out of the blast radius. "Yes, a fine day indeed," he said to himself.

Looking over at Leon the thought of putting a bullet through his skull crossed Wesker's mind for the tenth time tonight. It would be so easy too... he thought silently. He needed Leon though, whether he wanted to admit it or not. Ever since that bitch Ada screwed up retrieving the G-Virus for him, he'd been under pressure from the heads at HCF. One more slip-up was all it would take for him to lose everything.

Wesker had decided he wasn't ready to risk that. The headlights of the Shelby brightened up his way on the road. Once again he began to hum, even though the radio wasn't on. With that thought, he put on his shades and turned on the radio. An old 60's tune came on and Wesker started singing along with it, on this cold August night.

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Joshua followed the man named Trent in the broken BMW. With only one headlight to guide him, it caused some difficulty. His suspicions began to pick up. With all that he had gone through, you couldn't trust anybody. There was only one thing certain to him, Wesker would die, and he would kill him.

He continued to follow Trent down the streets. How much longer would the bomb take to explode? It didn't really matter though; he figured he was far enough away from it now. Then, almost as if answering his thoughts, a giant cloud of fire burst into the sky. The whole car shook and he almost drove off of the rode. The bright light escaping from the blast was blinding. A giant pillar of smoke rose from the ground into the sky. Whatever was left in that town was now dead. That much he thought for certain.

Once again the paranoia crept into his mind. Who was Trent? And why was Trent helping him? That guy said he knew where Wesker was, so Joshua had no other choice but to follow this mystery man. Then the throbbing in his head came back ten-fold.

"Damn Wesker," he said to himself. The impact with the car had more than left an impression on him. That Wesker guy sure was strong, even if he didn't look the part. Once again, Joshua almost drove off the road. "I'm going to get that fucker," he said as he gripped the MP-5N.