Chapter 5
The group arrived at the Umbrella base at 2300, they had gone down the Little Sioux River for a more discreet arrival. They could tell that something had gone wrong at the base the moment they arrived. The complex was dead, there were no lights on & the four guard towers that surrounded the complex were empty. There was no sign of life anywhere in the vicinity. Jill pointed out the main entrance, it was directly opposite them, on the other side of a ten-foot, wire mesh fence. They all made their way over the fence, being careful not to loose any of the equipment in the process. Jill stood in front of the main doors waiting for everyone else, she was also thinking of a 'friend' that she had contacted before they had left for the Umbrella base. Carlos, why wouldn't you come & help us? I really wanted to see you. What is keeping you so busy? I thought you were as determined as us to take down Umbrella. Jill, talking to yourself isn't going to answer why Carlos said no. Concentrate on the mission. Jill sighed & looked at the others. When she did, she realized that they all had their guns trained on a shadowy figure. Jill removed her M92F from its holster & joined the rest of her team.
"Look, I'm not an enemy here. Just looking for a lady friend." The figure said, in a very familiar accent.
"Carlos?" Jill asked, before she even realized she had spoken.
"Jill! Great. Can you tell your friends lower their guns now?" Carlos responded, semi-sarcastically.
"Guys, this is Carlos, my help during the RCI. I thought you said you weren't coming." Jill blurted, still surprised.
Carlos shrugged, then spoke. "Figured I couldn't pass up an opportunity to see you senorita."
Jill smiled. "I'm glad. Are you equipped?"
Carlos nodded but said nothing.
"We can all get introduced later. Let get on with what we came here to do." Chris said firmly & they entered the base, unsure of the horrors that awaited them.
Chris stood at the edge of the door, realizing that the door had needed a keycard, someone had been here before them & had left the door ajar but was it so the S.T.A.R.S could get in? Is this a trap? It's all been too easy so far. Question is, if it is a trap, who set it, Umbrella, or Wesker? Chris shuddered slightly, remembering his last encounter with Wesker & how lucky he was to have escaped alive & in one piece. He shook off his thoughts & entered the base.
Chris was stood in what appeared to be a reception area, which was slightly reminiscent of the mansion. Spencer Estate, Spencer Ohio, both Spencer, is it a coincidence, or does it prove that Wesker is behind this? Better not say anything to the others, I don't want to worry them, they've already got enough to contemplate. Chris looked around. There was a door to the left, a door to the right & a stairway in the middle. Chris considered which order they should enter each area & decided to go through the right door, then the left door before finally proceeding up the stairs. He relayed his orders & then made his way though the doorway & onto another survival horror mission.
The group entered a long, wooden corridor, a gray, metal door was clearly visible, on their left hand side, approximately half way down the corridor. Chris walked down the corridor, ignoring the door & carrying on round to the end of the passage, finding two other doors leading to the same room as the first. The corridor dead-ended just past a door leading to the outside, Chris went to the closest door that led to the large room. Chris opened the door carefully & peered inside. The room appeared to be a large dormitory or living quarters. Chris stepped inside hesitantly, although there was no visible enemies, the room was trashed & smelt of death, the knot in Chris' stomach tightened as he heard a low-pitched moan behind him. Chris spun round aiming his Beretta in the approximate direction the moan had come from. A bed obscured the view of where he expected the zombie to be.
"Damn it!" Chris cursed under his breath.
The sound Chris made stirred up new noise, from all around the team came hungry moans, there was no doubt left in Chris' mind, they were completely surrounded by the living dead. One by one the unearthly creatures stepped into view, there had to be at least sixty zombies surrounding them if not more, things had just got difficult. Chris considered grabbing the Remington M1100 shotgun he had attached to his back holster but changed his mind. Although the M1100 was stronger than his Beretta, it was also slower, also, headshots were much more effective than standard shots & Chris, being a marksman, had an advantage. Chris quickly took aim, as did his team. They weren't going down without a fight.
Chris fired two consecutive rounds at the head of a zombie, the first round missed its mark but took down another zombie, the second round hit its mark perfectly. Jill was using MAC-11 & Carlos was covering her with an M4A1. They were dropping the zombie hoards quickly. Barry was also doing a good job with his standard Colt Python, Rick was covering Barry with a Benelli M3S. Chris' cover was his sister, Claire, she was using a P229, the scope & laser sighting helping her with headshots. Chris quickly changed clips, having little problem since he had kept the zombies away from him. Some of the others were having a little more trouble, Rick & Barry especially. Having only six or seven rounds & having to reload one bullet at a time made things difficult for them. On more than one occasion, Rick had been forced to kick a zombie backwards to stop himself from being bitten. Chris turned his attention back to the battle & realized just how close he had allowed the zombie to come. He quickly grabbed his M1100 & fired into the large group of approaching zombies. Five zombies were killed in the blast & a further five were knocked back far enough for Chris to return to his Beretta. The more we take down, the more there seems to be. Where the hell are they all coming from? Chris continued firing though he was beginning to worry about their ammunition & whether the army of the undead would ever decrease in number.
A figure entered the room from the first door they had seen when they had entered the wooden corridor, the dim light made the figure impossible to identify but Chris was sure that it was a woman. The person walked casually, carrying something. As the figure stepped closer to the group, it became obvious that it was a woman, she placed the object she was carrying fairly close to the hoard of zombies & the casually walked back to the door she had entered. When she had arrived at the door & was halfway out, she removed a small device & pressed it. Only then did Chris realize what was going on, she had planted a bomb, which was about to detonate. Chris yelled at everyone to take cover as he dove for shelter himself. Thirty seconds later & the room shook with the explosive force the bomb had created, along with a blinding light & deafening noise. When Chris looked up, he saw that the zombies were dead, it had also provided the mysterious woman a chance to escape. Chris looked around, checking the status of his team, everyone seemed physically fine, though much shorter on ammo than Chris had hoped. He was relieved that the woman had planted the bomb & saved them, yet at the same time it bought up a lot of unanswerable questions. For instance, who is she & what is she doing here? Did she leave the door open? I wonder if...
"Chris? Is everything all right?" Jill asked.
"Everything's fine Jill. I was just thinking, that's all." Chris replied.
"About?" Jill continued.
"Did anyone else see that woman?" Chris asked, slightly spaced out.
"Yeah, I did. Reckon it was Kennedy's lass." Rick replied.
"Ada? Why do you say that?" Claire asked.
"You think I'm gonna forget a figure like that?" Rick replied lightly.
"Oh boy. Anyway, left side of the hall now, right? Maybe we'll find our mysterious help there." Claire said.
"Hmm, maybe." Chris responded.
"You don't think so Chris?" Barry asked.
"That senorita won't be seen unless she wants to be seen. Si?" Carlos asked.
"Probably." Chris replied. He then headed back to the main hall & the next stage of their adventure.
The group arrived at the Umbrella base at 2300, they had gone down the Little Sioux River for a more discreet arrival. They could tell that something had gone wrong at the base the moment they arrived. The complex was dead, there were no lights on & the four guard towers that surrounded the complex were empty. There was no sign of life anywhere in the vicinity. Jill pointed out the main entrance, it was directly opposite them, on the other side of a ten-foot, wire mesh fence. They all made their way over the fence, being careful not to loose any of the equipment in the process. Jill stood in front of the main doors waiting for everyone else, she was also thinking of a 'friend' that she had contacted before they had left for the Umbrella base. Carlos, why wouldn't you come & help us? I really wanted to see you. What is keeping you so busy? I thought you were as determined as us to take down Umbrella. Jill, talking to yourself isn't going to answer why Carlos said no. Concentrate on the mission. Jill sighed & looked at the others. When she did, she realized that they all had their guns trained on a shadowy figure. Jill removed her M92F from its holster & joined the rest of her team.
"Look, I'm not an enemy here. Just looking for a lady friend." The figure said, in a very familiar accent.
"Carlos?" Jill asked, before she even realized she had spoken.
"Jill! Great. Can you tell your friends lower their guns now?" Carlos responded, semi-sarcastically.
"Guys, this is Carlos, my help during the RCI. I thought you said you weren't coming." Jill blurted, still surprised.
Carlos shrugged, then spoke. "Figured I couldn't pass up an opportunity to see you senorita."
Jill smiled. "I'm glad. Are you equipped?"
Carlos nodded but said nothing.
"We can all get introduced later. Let get on with what we came here to do." Chris said firmly & they entered the base, unsure of the horrors that awaited them.
Chris stood at the edge of the door, realizing that the door had needed a keycard, someone had been here before them & had left the door ajar but was it so the S.T.A.R.S could get in? Is this a trap? It's all been too easy so far. Question is, if it is a trap, who set it, Umbrella, or Wesker? Chris shuddered slightly, remembering his last encounter with Wesker & how lucky he was to have escaped alive & in one piece. He shook off his thoughts & entered the base.
Chris was stood in what appeared to be a reception area, which was slightly reminiscent of the mansion. Spencer Estate, Spencer Ohio, both Spencer, is it a coincidence, or does it prove that Wesker is behind this? Better not say anything to the others, I don't want to worry them, they've already got enough to contemplate. Chris looked around. There was a door to the left, a door to the right & a stairway in the middle. Chris considered which order they should enter each area & decided to go through the right door, then the left door before finally proceeding up the stairs. He relayed his orders & then made his way though the doorway & onto another survival horror mission.
The group entered a long, wooden corridor, a gray, metal door was clearly visible, on their left hand side, approximately half way down the corridor. Chris walked down the corridor, ignoring the door & carrying on round to the end of the passage, finding two other doors leading to the same room as the first. The corridor dead-ended just past a door leading to the outside, Chris went to the closest door that led to the large room. Chris opened the door carefully & peered inside. The room appeared to be a large dormitory or living quarters. Chris stepped inside hesitantly, although there was no visible enemies, the room was trashed & smelt of death, the knot in Chris' stomach tightened as he heard a low-pitched moan behind him. Chris spun round aiming his Beretta in the approximate direction the moan had come from. A bed obscured the view of where he expected the zombie to be.
"Damn it!" Chris cursed under his breath.
The sound Chris made stirred up new noise, from all around the team came hungry moans, there was no doubt left in Chris' mind, they were completely surrounded by the living dead. One by one the unearthly creatures stepped into view, there had to be at least sixty zombies surrounding them if not more, things had just got difficult. Chris considered grabbing the Remington M1100 shotgun he had attached to his back holster but changed his mind. Although the M1100 was stronger than his Beretta, it was also slower, also, headshots were much more effective than standard shots & Chris, being a marksman, had an advantage. Chris quickly took aim, as did his team. They weren't going down without a fight.
Chris fired two consecutive rounds at the head of a zombie, the first round missed its mark but took down another zombie, the second round hit its mark perfectly. Jill was using MAC-11 & Carlos was covering her with an M4A1. They were dropping the zombie hoards quickly. Barry was also doing a good job with his standard Colt Python, Rick was covering Barry with a Benelli M3S. Chris' cover was his sister, Claire, she was using a P229, the scope & laser sighting helping her with headshots. Chris quickly changed clips, having little problem since he had kept the zombies away from him. Some of the others were having a little more trouble, Rick & Barry especially. Having only six or seven rounds & having to reload one bullet at a time made things difficult for them. On more than one occasion, Rick had been forced to kick a zombie backwards to stop himself from being bitten. Chris turned his attention back to the battle & realized just how close he had allowed the zombie to come. He quickly grabbed his M1100 & fired into the large group of approaching zombies. Five zombies were killed in the blast & a further five were knocked back far enough for Chris to return to his Beretta. The more we take down, the more there seems to be. Where the hell are they all coming from? Chris continued firing though he was beginning to worry about their ammunition & whether the army of the undead would ever decrease in number.
A figure entered the room from the first door they had seen when they had entered the wooden corridor, the dim light made the figure impossible to identify but Chris was sure that it was a woman. The person walked casually, carrying something. As the figure stepped closer to the group, it became obvious that it was a woman, she placed the object she was carrying fairly close to the hoard of zombies & the casually walked back to the door she had entered. When she had arrived at the door & was halfway out, she removed a small device & pressed it. Only then did Chris realize what was going on, she had planted a bomb, which was about to detonate. Chris yelled at everyone to take cover as he dove for shelter himself. Thirty seconds later & the room shook with the explosive force the bomb had created, along with a blinding light & deafening noise. When Chris looked up, he saw that the zombies were dead, it had also provided the mysterious woman a chance to escape. Chris looked around, checking the status of his team, everyone seemed physically fine, though much shorter on ammo than Chris had hoped. He was relieved that the woman had planted the bomb & saved them, yet at the same time it bought up a lot of unanswerable questions. For instance, who is she & what is she doing here? Did she leave the door open? I wonder if...
"Chris? Is everything all right?" Jill asked.
"Everything's fine Jill. I was just thinking, that's all." Chris replied.
"About?" Jill continued.
"Did anyone else see that woman?" Chris asked, slightly spaced out.
"Yeah, I did. Reckon it was Kennedy's lass." Rick replied.
"Ada? Why do you say that?" Claire asked.
"You think I'm gonna forget a figure like that?" Rick replied lightly.
"Oh boy. Anyway, left side of the hall now, right? Maybe we'll find our mysterious help there." Claire said.
"Hmm, maybe." Chris responded.
"You don't think so Chris?" Barry asked.
"That senorita won't be seen unless she wants to be seen. Si?" Carlos asked.
"Probably." Chris replied. He then headed back to the main hall & the next stage of their adventure.