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Phase 2: The Changes Begin
The helicopter swept over the Arklay mountains, Jill looking down from the bullet-proof glass windows. She was feeling better now, a little confident. She was going in to help those people, her teammates. She was a strong person.
The moon was pure white tonight, but it was no time to bask in it's glory. She sat against the cold mesh and steel back of the chopper, running over Ed's dying sounds in her head. She was going to stop that from happening to anyone else. She closed her eyes but she wasn't tired. It was a coping mechanism for feeling overwhelmed, even if she wasn't going to try to sort out all her thoughts right now. Don't think too much before a fight, she reminded herself. Think about the fight when you get there. Don't ruin your cocentration.
Suddenly she was aware of the chopper going down, and realized that her attention had completely wandered. She could see smoke in the distance, and assumed it was BRAVO's chopper wreck. She groped for her gear in the thin light. She looked around. Everyone was doing the same thing. She felt like part of a fou-way mirror or something.
Brad gave a thumbs up sign as the rest of the team got out the 'copter. He was the last line of defense, waiting to airlift them in case anything went wrong or come aid them in combat if they needed it. Not, Jill thought, that he'd be much good.
The night air here made her body stiff instantly. It smelled wrong. It was too cold. She clutched at her arms. Damn, what a weird night. And now she had to watch out for attack dogs and go retrieve Ed's corpse. Damn again. And again, she thought, as Wesker led the way to an open field where the grass was waist high and shrouded in mist. She shivered.
They fanned out, and she was shocked to see that the darkness of the woods had swallowed the helicopter and Brad. She didn't look back again.
The grass seemed to claw at her legs. That's ridiculous, she colded herself. You're being stupid. You're not a sixth grader anymore. She jumped when Joseph called out to his team, voice on the wind: "You guys, come 'ere! Hey, you guys!"
She followed the sounds of everyone else sprinting towards his voice, because she could not actually see anyone else. Finally, Joseph was silloetted against the moon along with Chris, Wesker and Barry. Joseph was shaking. He held up a hand clutching a pistol. His face was expressionless. He dropped it suddenly. "The rest of the body must be near," Wesker barked. "Let us find it quickly. Don't get too separate from each other." Chris and Barry stalked off behind Wesker, but Jill said softly to Joseph "Are you okay, man?"
He looked at her as though she had only suddenly popped into existence. "Oh? I think...I think I'm oka...I think I'm...DOG!"
Jill didn't have time to realize the impact of what he had said. She could feel the dirt that hit her face, felt four separate clawed feet digging mercilessly into her back. Dog, she thought. Dog, dog. But she could only at that moment see the kind of color drawing that might accompany the word on a flashcard. Dog! It snapped. Attack dog!
She felt something drip onto her neck, then the shots---as if in slow motion---cak, cak, cak, the reverbating shock of a pistol firing, the lessening of the weight on her back. She took the oppurtunity, pressed herself against the earth and smashed stalks of grass beneath her, standing up. She whipped out her CZ-75, the only gun she could reach at the moment, and aimed it at the spot where she had been lying. She didn't look at Joseph.
She could see the outline of a dog's still form on the earth. She heard howls in the distance. She turned to Frost, saw his mouth hanging open, his eyes glittering, and gripped his shoulder. "Stand to my back, we'll take them!" He shook his head. "Not a dog," he sputtered. "What? What was it?"
"What the he---" more howls and yips. But something was wrong. They sounded dry and so throaty it was painful. She couldn't take the risk. She slapped Joseph. "Get it together! We're going to die if you don'!" He looked at her, nodded, as the sound of their teammates rushing towards them became louder and louder. "Are you guys OK??" Barry gasped. "Jill, your uniform---!"
Jill felt her way across her back. She gasped when she felt the slashes in the fabric. Nearly got her. Nearly through to the skin.
More howls. She turned and looked at Chris. He looked at her, confused. "Let's get back to the chopper," Joseph pleaded. "Jill almost died." Wesker glared at him. "I see that! Listen to me, Frost, we can compete against some halfassed pyscos mutts! Stay together! We can do this!"
"What about Brad? Is he OK?" Chris asked suddenly. "He could die like Ed if we do--"
"Fine! Burten, go check on him! Valentine, Frost, Redfield, we stand in the middle of the field. I don't know what's going on-" You're lying. "-But we can kill these things-" They took more bullets than I would have thought. "-They're weak, just dogs-" You know they're not. "-Let's do this!" We can't, we have to pull out now, Jill's thoughts were disjointed. Suddenly she heard Barry calling for help, and she was sprinting with Chris towards the sound.
Dogs were circling the chopper, and Barry couldn't get off a good shot in this dark, was shooting blind. She took aim at one of the growling outlines and fired---fired again---fired until the click of an empty weapon stung her ears. How many bullets did that take?! These weren't dogs, she thought as she rushed over to bang on the choppers glass. "BRAD! ARE YOU ALRIGHT? VICKERS, ANSWER ME!" Chris' voice was saying the same things, when the door opened, Brad got out. He was shaking. "Those weren't dogs. Up close, they weren't dogs." His midwestern accent seemed dulled now, the same way Joseph hadn't had his usual spirit. They were losing themselves somehow in all this. "What are you talking about?" Chris demanded. "I'll show you," Brad answered.
He disapeared inside the helicopter again, and suddenly the surrounding area was lit up. Brad had turned the chopper's landing lights on. Jill and Chris held they're hands to their eyes, and they heard Barry stop breathing behind them. They turned and looked at the dog's fallen bodies. But not dogs at all. At least not living.
Maybe they were dogs at one time. Maybe they never were. But they were missing strips of skin, with dry muscle tissue falling out of open sides and the grey of the brain exposed. Dried blood marred their faces and every old wound. Festering patches of skin seemed swathed around them. Jill grabbed at her throat. Don't throw up, she told herself. But what were these? No other word but dog. Not dogs. No...Zombie dogs. "Zombie dogs," she said aloud. "For lack of a better term."
Chris nodded. She heard Brad jump down from the chopper and walk over to them. "I don't want to die like Ed," he was whimpering. "We need to leave...." Suddenly more howls rang out in the mountainous woods around them, bouding against boulders left be glaciers and the trenches that were dried up streams. "We need to get Frost and Wesker and GO!" Chris yelled. "We have to go back for them!"
Jill rushed with Barry back to where Wesker and Joseph were. She saw them pointing ahead, to something she hadn't realised was there. The outline of a huge house, a mansion even, was hanging against the mountain backdrop. Porches, balcanies, turrets. A castle, a mansion, some eccentric person's getaway. Who the hell cared? But what really bothered her was that she hadn't seen it before. Had the mist moved? Had it been the mist hiding it? And more importantly, were the survivors of BRAVO there? If there were any, that is....
"We need to go look for them! They're waiting for us, we can't leave them-" Joseph was talking so fast the words were blurred. Jill growled. No use getting him back to the 'copter now. No use anyway. They couldn't leave the mansion unexplored.
It was then that Jill heard the screams coming out of the woods. "Brad! Chris!" she called. Joseph spun around. Wesker lifted his gun level with his temple and pointed it in that direction. Barry wiped his mouth. The cries getting louder, than the boom of guns---Jill Joseph Barry and Wesker were all pointing towards the noise now ---and Chris and Brad dashed out of the shadows, waving there arms. They were being chased.
Jill turned on her heel and yelled "MANSION!" She could hear her teammates follow her, looked back to see Brad and Chris running openmouthed. Obviously they were having the same reaction she was. How could they have missed the house? They should have seen it from the copter if not from the ground.
She was pushing her way through the underbrush, her thoughts as tangled as the treelimbs. What the fuck is happening where is BRAVO team what day is it again what the hell's wrong with me why am I thinking that am I going to die here I won't die I can't die where did Richard go is Rebecca alright I can't believe Ed is dead how can this be happening how can this can this is this really happening ow out of breath stumbling running gotta follow them my leg hurts I'm here I'll get out of this I---GATE!
She threw her weight at the front gate, a huge metal object that imposed itself against the moon, along with Wesker Barry and Chris but to no avail. She looked over to see Brad and Joseph scaling the wall frantically. She followed their lead, getting a lightning-speed boost from Barry. She fell to the ground, not bothering to try and land on her feet. She sprung up and looked behind her, watching to make sure everyone got over the brick wall. When the last of them was on her side of it, she realised she hadn't been breathing. She had no spit in her mouth, the sweat was a glaze all over her body, she had no legs. She fell to the ground. Her body couldn't support her right now. Her heart was beating like a punching bag a boxer had hit. She grabbed at it through the blue fabric over her chest. It hurt....
Joseph was already walking to the front door with Wesker, but Chris was bending down next to Jill. "Are you alright?" he asked. Not in a gentle tone, but in a concerned out-of-breath sort of way. "Uhn....its hurts," she breathed. Her head throbbed. "I think I threw myself at the gate a little too hard." Chris took her arm and helped her up. Her heart stopped beating in her head and she nodded at him, indicating that she was alright now. They walked to the door.
Wesker knocked it down with Barry's help. It swung open under their combined weight and a hall padded with an ornate rug greeted them. A staircase was in front of them, with levels and doors that branched off in all directions.
"What the hell is this?" Joseph asked from behind Jill. "I've never heard of anything like this near Raccoon." Now that was serious, Jill thought. If Joseph didn't know about it, chances were it wasn't even supposed to exist. It smelled weird, like a fresh grave or something. What the hell was this place??
"Alright," Wesker said after a minute or so. "Let's---" He was interrupted by the explosion of gunshots that came from above their heads. "Upstairs!" Joseph cried. "Frost, let's go!" Chris yelled, and they ran up the flight of steps directly ahead. Barry looked towards a pair of double doors. "Jill, let's see where those lead," he suggested. "Vickers, stay with Wesker."
"No, take him. I'll do some scouting and I can't watch both our backs," Wesker said. Meaning that he thought Brad was not going to fight for himself. "Vickers, go with them. I want you back here if any of you find anything."
"Yes sir," they said. Then they shoved open the double doors to take on whatever greeted them.
On the following chapters, descriptions of surroundings will be alittle vague because I've played every RE game except for RE1 and RE3. Things won't be in order, 'cause remember, I'm screwing every thing up for originality. Plz review it if you've read this far! Email me w/ comments. Will update when can. Thanks! See you again!
Phase 2: The Changes Begin
The helicopter swept over the Arklay mountains, Jill looking down from the bullet-proof glass windows. She was feeling better now, a little confident. She was going in to help those people, her teammates. She was a strong person.
The moon was pure white tonight, but it was no time to bask in it's glory. She sat against the cold mesh and steel back of the chopper, running over Ed's dying sounds in her head. She was going to stop that from happening to anyone else. She closed her eyes but she wasn't tired. It was a coping mechanism for feeling overwhelmed, even if she wasn't going to try to sort out all her thoughts right now. Don't think too much before a fight, she reminded herself. Think about the fight when you get there. Don't ruin your cocentration.
Suddenly she was aware of the chopper going down, and realized that her attention had completely wandered. She could see smoke in the distance, and assumed it was BRAVO's chopper wreck. She groped for her gear in the thin light. She looked around. Everyone was doing the same thing. She felt like part of a fou-way mirror or something.
Brad gave a thumbs up sign as the rest of the team got out the 'copter. He was the last line of defense, waiting to airlift them in case anything went wrong or come aid them in combat if they needed it. Not, Jill thought, that he'd be much good.
The night air here made her body stiff instantly. It smelled wrong. It was too cold. She clutched at her arms. Damn, what a weird night. And now she had to watch out for attack dogs and go retrieve Ed's corpse. Damn again. And again, she thought, as Wesker led the way to an open field where the grass was waist high and shrouded in mist. She shivered.
They fanned out, and she was shocked to see that the darkness of the woods had swallowed the helicopter and Brad. She didn't look back again.
The grass seemed to claw at her legs. That's ridiculous, she colded herself. You're being stupid. You're not a sixth grader anymore. She jumped when Joseph called out to his team, voice on the wind: "You guys, come 'ere! Hey, you guys!"
She followed the sounds of everyone else sprinting towards his voice, because she could not actually see anyone else. Finally, Joseph was silloetted against the moon along with Chris, Wesker and Barry. Joseph was shaking. He held up a hand clutching a pistol. His face was expressionless. He dropped it suddenly. "The rest of the body must be near," Wesker barked. "Let us find it quickly. Don't get too separate from each other." Chris and Barry stalked off behind Wesker, but Jill said softly to Joseph "Are you okay, man?"
He looked at her as though she had only suddenly popped into existence. "Oh? I think...I think I'm oka...I think I'm...DOG!"
Jill didn't have time to realize the impact of what he had said. She could feel the dirt that hit her face, felt four separate clawed feet digging mercilessly into her back. Dog, she thought. Dog, dog. But she could only at that moment see the kind of color drawing that might accompany the word on a flashcard. Dog! It snapped. Attack dog!
She felt something drip onto her neck, then the shots---as if in slow motion---cak, cak, cak, the reverbating shock of a pistol firing, the lessening of the weight on her back. She took the oppurtunity, pressed herself against the earth and smashed stalks of grass beneath her, standing up. She whipped out her CZ-75, the only gun she could reach at the moment, and aimed it at the spot where she had been lying. She didn't look at Joseph.
She could see the outline of a dog's still form on the earth. She heard howls in the distance. She turned to Frost, saw his mouth hanging open, his eyes glittering, and gripped his shoulder. "Stand to my back, we'll take them!" He shook his head. "Not a dog," he sputtered. "What? What was it?"
"What the he---" more howls and yips. But something was wrong. They sounded dry and so throaty it was painful. She couldn't take the risk. She slapped Joseph. "Get it together! We're going to die if you don'!" He looked at her, nodded, as the sound of their teammates rushing towards them became louder and louder. "Are you guys OK??" Barry gasped. "Jill, your uniform---!"
Jill felt her way across her back. She gasped when she felt the slashes in the fabric. Nearly got her. Nearly through to the skin.
More howls. She turned and looked at Chris. He looked at her, confused. "Let's get back to the chopper," Joseph pleaded. "Jill almost died." Wesker glared at him. "I see that! Listen to me, Frost, we can compete against some halfassed pyscos mutts! Stay together! We can do this!"
"What about Brad? Is he OK?" Chris asked suddenly. "He could die like Ed if we do--"
"Fine! Burten, go check on him! Valentine, Frost, Redfield, we stand in the middle of the field. I don't know what's going on-" You're lying. "-But we can kill these things-" They took more bullets than I would have thought. "-They're weak, just dogs-" You know they're not. "-Let's do this!" We can't, we have to pull out now, Jill's thoughts were disjointed. Suddenly she heard Barry calling for help, and she was sprinting with Chris towards the sound.
Dogs were circling the chopper, and Barry couldn't get off a good shot in this dark, was shooting blind. She took aim at one of the growling outlines and fired---fired again---fired until the click of an empty weapon stung her ears. How many bullets did that take?! These weren't dogs, she thought as she rushed over to bang on the choppers glass. "BRAD! ARE YOU ALRIGHT? VICKERS, ANSWER ME!" Chris' voice was saying the same things, when the door opened, Brad got out. He was shaking. "Those weren't dogs. Up close, they weren't dogs." His midwestern accent seemed dulled now, the same way Joseph hadn't had his usual spirit. They were losing themselves somehow in all this. "What are you talking about?" Chris demanded. "I'll show you," Brad answered.
He disapeared inside the helicopter again, and suddenly the surrounding area was lit up. Brad had turned the chopper's landing lights on. Jill and Chris held they're hands to their eyes, and they heard Barry stop breathing behind them. They turned and looked at the dog's fallen bodies. But not dogs at all. At least not living.
Maybe they were dogs at one time. Maybe they never were. But they were missing strips of skin, with dry muscle tissue falling out of open sides and the grey of the brain exposed. Dried blood marred their faces and every old wound. Festering patches of skin seemed swathed around them. Jill grabbed at her throat. Don't throw up, she told herself. But what were these? No other word but dog. Not dogs. No...Zombie dogs. "Zombie dogs," she said aloud. "For lack of a better term."
Chris nodded. She heard Brad jump down from the chopper and walk over to them. "I don't want to die like Ed," he was whimpering. "We need to leave...." Suddenly more howls rang out in the mountainous woods around them, bouding against boulders left be glaciers and the trenches that were dried up streams. "We need to get Frost and Wesker and GO!" Chris yelled. "We have to go back for them!"
Jill rushed with Barry back to where Wesker and Joseph were. She saw them pointing ahead, to something she hadn't realised was there. The outline of a huge house, a mansion even, was hanging against the mountain backdrop. Porches, balcanies, turrets. A castle, a mansion, some eccentric person's getaway. Who the hell cared? But what really bothered her was that she hadn't seen it before. Had the mist moved? Had it been the mist hiding it? And more importantly, were the survivors of BRAVO there? If there were any, that is....
"We need to go look for them! They're waiting for us, we can't leave them-" Joseph was talking so fast the words were blurred. Jill growled. No use getting him back to the 'copter now. No use anyway. They couldn't leave the mansion unexplored.
It was then that Jill heard the screams coming out of the woods. "Brad! Chris!" she called. Joseph spun around. Wesker lifted his gun level with his temple and pointed it in that direction. Barry wiped his mouth. The cries getting louder, than the boom of guns---Jill Joseph Barry and Wesker were all pointing towards the noise now ---and Chris and Brad dashed out of the shadows, waving there arms. They were being chased.
Jill turned on her heel and yelled "MANSION!" She could hear her teammates follow her, looked back to see Brad and Chris running openmouthed. Obviously they were having the same reaction she was. How could they have missed the house? They should have seen it from the copter if not from the ground.
She was pushing her way through the underbrush, her thoughts as tangled as the treelimbs. What the fuck is happening where is BRAVO team what day is it again what the hell's wrong with me why am I thinking that am I going to die here I won't die I can't die where did Richard go is Rebecca alright I can't believe Ed is dead how can this be happening how can this can this is this really happening ow out of breath stumbling running gotta follow them my leg hurts I'm here I'll get out of this I---GATE!
She threw her weight at the front gate, a huge metal object that imposed itself against the moon, along with Wesker Barry and Chris but to no avail. She looked over to see Brad and Joseph scaling the wall frantically. She followed their lead, getting a lightning-speed boost from Barry. She fell to the ground, not bothering to try and land on her feet. She sprung up and looked behind her, watching to make sure everyone got over the brick wall. When the last of them was on her side of it, she realised she hadn't been breathing. She had no spit in her mouth, the sweat was a glaze all over her body, she had no legs. She fell to the ground. Her body couldn't support her right now. Her heart was beating like a punching bag a boxer had hit. She grabbed at it through the blue fabric over her chest. It hurt....
Joseph was already walking to the front door with Wesker, but Chris was bending down next to Jill. "Are you alright?" he asked. Not in a gentle tone, but in a concerned out-of-breath sort of way. "Uhn....its hurts," she breathed. Her head throbbed. "I think I threw myself at the gate a little too hard." Chris took her arm and helped her up. Her heart stopped beating in her head and she nodded at him, indicating that she was alright now. They walked to the door.
Wesker knocked it down with Barry's help. It swung open under their combined weight and a hall padded with an ornate rug greeted them. A staircase was in front of them, with levels and doors that branched off in all directions.
"What the hell is this?" Joseph asked from behind Jill. "I've never heard of anything like this near Raccoon." Now that was serious, Jill thought. If Joseph didn't know about it, chances were it wasn't even supposed to exist. It smelled weird, like a fresh grave or something. What the hell was this place??
"Alright," Wesker said after a minute or so. "Let's---" He was interrupted by the explosion of gunshots that came from above their heads. "Upstairs!" Joseph cried. "Frost, let's go!" Chris yelled, and they ran up the flight of steps directly ahead. Barry looked towards a pair of double doors. "Jill, let's see where those lead," he suggested. "Vickers, stay with Wesker."
"No, take him. I'll do some scouting and I can't watch both our backs," Wesker said. Meaning that he thought Brad was not going to fight for himself. "Vickers, go with them. I want you back here if any of you find anything."
"Yes sir," they said. Then they shoved open the double doors to take on whatever greeted them.
On the following chapters, descriptions of surroundings will be alittle vague because I've played every RE game except for RE1 and RE3. Things won't be in order, 'cause remember, I'm screwing every thing up for originality. Plz review it if you've read this far! Email me w/ comments. Will update when can. Thanks! See you again!
