-Chapter 8-
"Should I
tell him?" Kat debated with herself with something as she waited for break
at school to end, "Or should I keep it a secret?"
Razor's voice
sounded behind her, "Hey Kat!" he put his hand on her shoulder,
"What do you say we do something tonight?"
"Do
what?" she asked with suspicion in her voice
"Watch a
movie, I dunno."
She put her
head down, closing her eyes.
"What's
the matter?"
"There's
been death all around us, Razor. Haven't you heard or even seen anything that
is happening around here?"
"Less
people are coming to school, so what."
"Doesn't
that strike you as weird?"
"Just
means less people, so what?"
"I know
it sounds as if I'm crazy, but..." she hesitated, ".... I don't think
that his corpse is really as lifeless as it may seem anymore."
"What do
you mean? Do you have any real knowledge of such a thing?"
"No...."
she hid her understanding to him, but he slightly saw through her deceit
"Are you
hiding something?"
She slightly
shook her head in response, "I'm being truthful." she lied again,
"Why do you think I am lying to you?"
"I don't
know."
She felt
around in her jacket pocket, "Razor...."
"What?"
"Nothing,
don't worry about it."
"You're
difficult to figure out sometimes...."
"I
know..."
"Well,
let me know if you have any troubles that you want to talk to me about, okay.
See ya."
"Yeah,
bye...."
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"...... Scientist
Killed in Laboratory Experiment, Alucemet S.T.A.R.S. Team Sent for
Investigation" Claire Redfield read off the headline of The
Alucemet News to herself in an all night diner, then faced her brother
Chris "Another Umbrella 'accident', Chris?"
"It seems
so." he answered, "After all, even after fighting them for so many
years, Umbrella always seems to pull off a goddamn phoenix act.
Rising up from the ashes and foundating itself in another city."
"Yeah,
unfortunate for those who are exposed to any new BOW projects." she sighed,
"I can't help but feel pity for anyone who is the subject for another
Tyrant project."
"Or like
that Alexia Ashford."
"Or
William Birkin. Do you think that this uh.... Eric Nebel was a victim to a new
BOW project?"
"Probably."
he leaned on a table behind him, "Besides, didn't you say that a scientist
did use himself as his own creation?"
"Yeah,
William Birkin."
"Don't
forget Wesker."
"Yeah,
him too. But I hope that this city isn't infected with zombies later on."
"It's
inevitable. There was an accident in an Umbrella lab.... so you
know that something will be happening later on."
"There
was also that unfortunate boy from the high school around here that had been
killed by unmarked vehicle."
"Claire....
what are you thinking?"
"I don't
know if I'm just so paranoid that there may be a repeat of Raccoon City
happening here."
"If it
does, we know what to do."
"Yeah, I
don't know if I could live through another run-in with another Tyrant if there
is one here."
"Claire,
you're tired. It's affecting your mind, giving you these crazy thoughts."
"Excuse
me?" an attractive brunette waitress approached them, "Are you going
to have anything to eat or drink?"
"Yes,"
Chris answered, "I'll take a coffee."
"I'll
take a soda." Claire added
"Okay,
I'll come back with your drinks in a little bit." she went behind the
counter and prepared their drinks
"You
know, Chris. This town is almost in a design like Raccoon City."
"Is that
supposed to mean anything?" he asked
"I know I
probably do sound crazy when I say this, but..... I think that something will
happen here like in Raccoon City."
"You're
probably right; we've had that kind of luck, right?"
"Yeah,"
she thought back to Steve Burnside, the young man she met on Rockfort Island who was also a
prisoner like her. Steve, unfortunately, was killed in Antarctica after being mutated
into a BOW by Alexia Ashford's T-Veronica Virus. "Bad luck seems to happen
wherever we go." She stared outside slightly, but turned her full
attention to the outside, "Chris...."
"What?"
"Look
outside and let me know what you see."
He peered out
of the large single paned glass window and widened his eyes, "Zombies?
But.... son-of-a-bitch...."
Sure enough, wherever the Redfields go, trouble follows.