I ended up with the last watch-out shift. At 7:00 I woke everyone up so we
could begin our search of the temple. The little foyer type room was
deserted. A door to the right of us took us to a living room area. The
wallpaper was frayed in places but the paintings on the wall were
beautiful. One was of the temple in the jungle surroundings, another of a
young woman in a ball gown, a man in a tuxedo in the picture next to her,
and one that didn't fit in with the rest. The portrait was one of a greedy
man with a mean look in his eye. It reminded me of a picture I had seen of
Ebenezer Scrooge from A Christmas Carol.
The others noticed the same thing about the way the picture stood out and they commented on it.
"Gee that guy doesn't fit in with the others; it isn't cheerful enough," said David.
"The guy looks mad and greedy like he was just ripped off," said Eric.
"That picture gives me the creeps," Sarah said.
"I'm going to try and take it off the wall," said Kevin, "maybe it was made different to hide something."
It made sense and we told him to go ahead. He walked up to the painting and removes. Sure enough a hidden compartment was behind it. He picked the lock and the door swung open revealing a key. A picture of a gun was carved into the lock. We decided to call it the "gun key." A small hutch blocked a passageway. Kevin and I pushed it out of the way and Xavier, David, and I went through as it was only bid enough for three of us. At the end of the hallway we found a dead end. Shelves hung on the wall. In between the tools, and pots we found a book. Inside it said "Diary of Bob Calloway."
I was intrigued at this discovery but disappointed when I found all the pages ripped out except one. The one left was dated September 8th, 1999. It read like this.
I am working my butt off right now. Umbrella's research facility was destroyed in the North America, because its experiments went horribly wrong. I fear for my life everyday but the leader of this operation, Jed Stukov, promised us nothing would go wrong here. Unfortunately I couldn't believe a word of this, as Stukov is a greedy man who would give up human lives to save a buck. Tomorrow.
Gunshots interrupted my reading and the three of us rushed out to see what had happened while we were gone.
"It tackled Sarah to the ground," Eric said.
"I think it was one of the Hunters the note was talking about," said Keith, "it looked reptilian."
I examined the dead body on the ground. It did fit the description of a Hunter. "Does anyone have a camera?" I asked.
"I do," Sarah said, "why?"
"I'm going to take pictures of this creature to help us identify any others that attack us." I said.
"Good thinking," said David.
David filled the rest of the group in on the diary we had found. I then remembered I wanted to finish it. I took it out of my coat pocket and picked up where I left off: Tomorrow a testing will take place. Stukov has retrieved a cadaver from the cemetery in the town near hear. He will try to bring it back to life so we can begin marketing biological weapons to sell to the different armies of the world. Until tomorrow diary.
"That's strange isn't it?" said Eric, "I mean the Umbrella operation in Raccoon City had things up and running for a long time before 1999, didn't they? Plus why would they want to try to make biological weapons when it was a huge mess-up the first time."
I thought I had feasible answers for both of his questions, "Perhaps this research facility was newer. That would be why they didn't get up and running as quick. As for them marketing biological weapons after the Raccoon City incident you read what Calloway wrote, Stukov was money-hungry and that he didn't mind losing human lives for the sake of money."
"That makes sense," David said.
"How could anyone be so blinded by money?" Eric asked.
"Greed can consume anyone and anything," I said.
Eric nodded silently. The door to the left of the enclosure had an inscription of a gun above the lock. I guessed that meant I should use the key I just got from behind the picture. The door led too a narrow passageway. Surprisingly there were two windows in this hallway. Glass was cracking through the window and shadows of hunters were on the wall.
We walked faster praying that they wouldn't break the glass. Our prayers were not answered. The hunters broke through the window and attacked with a zest I have never seen. They had claws as long was my arm and tried to scratch me. I shot it multiple times. Ten shots didn't slow the thing down. Five more shots left it dead. The other two had cornered Sarah and Xavier. Keith tackled the one that had Xavier to the ground shoving a dagger in its throat. Eric put his shotgun at point-blank range and shot it in the back of the head.
Panting we regrouped. I walked up to the window to look out to see if anything else was coming. I could make out two figures in the distance. They weren't carrying guns so I dismissed them as zombies. This thought was confirmed when they started staggering toward us groaning. I ducked behind the window and fired from the safe distance. They both fell quickly compared to the hunters. I filled everyone in on what I was doing and we continued through the hallway. There was no door at the end; instead a pull down stairway was above us. I pulled the string and brought down the ladder. We climbed up it to find a bedroom.
The bed in the middle of the room had red and green covers. The headboard was decaying. I bent down to search under the bed. I pulled out a box that said "Pictures." photos were inside. They all had the greedy man that was we saw in the room with the key. Surrounding him was his family: a son, two daughters, and a wife. They all looked very happy. At the top it said "The Calloway Family."
"Calloway," said Keith slowly, "wasn't that the guy from the diary you found, Jamie?"
"Yea, it was," I said, "and Bob was the greedy looking man in the picture. I wonder who pictured him as mean and greedy he seems nice to me."
I pulled little scrap piece of paper out from under the bed. It said, "Beware, all dead creatures in this mansion are not as they seem. When killed the creatures enter a hibernation state, mutating into more efficient killing machines. This applies to every creature!"
"What does it mean by 'more efficient killing machine?'" David asked.
I thought carefully about what I saw on the news about what happened in Raccoon City, then answered, "I remember hearing something about mutated zombies that came back after they appeared to be dead. They were faster and had long claws as hands." At here I shuddered, "Imagine one of those hunters coming back to life stronger and faster!"
"Jamie look there is more written on the back of that sheet," Xavier said.
I turned it over and finished reading, "The only way to rid yourselves of the menaces forever is 1) Destruction of the head 2) Destruction of the legs, 3) Killing with acid, or 4) Incineration. Well at least we know how to get rid of them permanently."
We searched the room for any other clues, but we found nothing. I led the group through the doorway to the right of the bed. The door was lying on the ground. It had had its hinges ripped down by someone.or something. The next room held a stairwell. A groan told us a zombie was climbing up this stairwell. David reacted quickest shooting downward, blowing the zombie's head clear off. One creature we didn't have to worry about coming back. At the bottom of the staircase was another hallway. This place was like a giant maze!
A door in front of us said "Infirmary." We decided to check it out. Inside were all sorts of medical remedies and medicines. There were gunshot wound healers (fights infection for 24 hrs), serum, and so many others it would be impossible to list. I checked my watch. It was 1:00 P.M. We had been going for six straight hours.
"Guys lets rest for a minute," I said pulling out some fold up chairs.
"Great idea, Jamie," said Sarah.
"Here let me help you set the chairs up," said Keith.
We set them up and sat down. It felt nice to just take a deep breath and relax. We had been sitting there for about ten minutes when we heard a howl. We heard something bounding down the hallway toward our room. The door burst open and four hunters, red, not green like the others were in the doorway. One picked Kevin up by the throat and threw him at a medicine case. Sarah pistol-whipped it. It turned on her and picked her and threw her like a football.
One howled in pain when it got a piece of glass from the shattered medicine bottles in its foot. I took this opportunity to blast it into a wall. One down three to go. Kevin got up slowly and tackled one to the ground and started pounding its face in with his hands in. It let out an ear-piercing shriek of pain. Kevin shoved a dagger in its face. Only two more hunters left.
A hunter jumped on me from the front. I shoved a flash-bang grenade in its mouth and it flew off me a few feet. It went to jump again and its head blew off in mid-air. Its body fell but the upper portion of it flew at me.
The last hunter, sensing it stood no chance, turned to run. Keith, David, Xavier, and I all tried to tackle it at once. It had all four of us on top of it. We Put out guns next to its head and pulled the trigger twice. We felt it take its last breath.
I picked the door up and tried to fit it back on its hinges. With Xavier's help I got it back up. We locked it not knowing if it would do us any good or not, and decided to wait the rest of the day out in the Infirmary.
When nightfall came we picked the shifts up where they left off. It was hard for any of us to sleep. Everyone did get some sleep though. Tomorrow is another day we thought.
The others noticed the same thing about the way the picture stood out and they commented on it.
"Gee that guy doesn't fit in with the others; it isn't cheerful enough," said David.
"The guy looks mad and greedy like he was just ripped off," said Eric.
"That picture gives me the creeps," Sarah said.
"I'm going to try and take it off the wall," said Kevin, "maybe it was made different to hide something."
It made sense and we told him to go ahead. He walked up to the painting and removes. Sure enough a hidden compartment was behind it. He picked the lock and the door swung open revealing a key. A picture of a gun was carved into the lock. We decided to call it the "gun key." A small hutch blocked a passageway. Kevin and I pushed it out of the way and Xavier, David, and I went through as it was only bid enough for three of us. At the end of the hallway we found a dead end. Shelves hung on the wall. In between the tools, and pots we found a book. Inside it said "Diary of Bob Calloway."
I was intrigued at this discovery but disappointed when I found all the pages ripped out except one. The one left was dated September 8th, 1999. It read like this.
I am working my butt off right now. Umbrella's research facility was destroyed in the North America, because its experiments went horribly wrong. I fear for my life everyday but the leader of this operation, Jed Stukov, promised us nothing would go wrong here. Unfortunately I couldn't believe a word of this, as Stukov is a greedy man who would give up human lives to save a buck. Tomorrow.
Gunshots interrupted my reading and the three of us rushed out to see what had happened while we were gone.
"It tackled Sarah to the ground," Eric said.
"I think it was one of the Hunters the note was talking about," said Keith, "it looked reptilian."
I examined the dead body on the ground. It did fit the description of a Hunter. "Does anyone have a camera?" I asked.
"I do," Sarah said, "why?"
"I'm going to take pictures of this creature to help us identify any others that attack us." I said.
"Good thinking," said David.
David filled the rest of the group in on the diary we had found. I then remembered I wanted to finish it. I took it out of my coat pocket and picked up where I left off: Tomorrow a testing will take place. Stukov has retrieved a cadaver from the cemetery in the town near hear. He will try to bring it back to life so we can begin marketing biological weapons to sell to the different armies of the world. Until tomorrow diary.
"That's strange isn't it?" said Eric, "I mean the Umbrella operation in Raccoon City had things up and running for a long time before 1999, didn't they? Plus why would they want to try to make biological weapons when it was a huge mess-up the first time."
I thought I had feasible answers for both of his questions, "Perhaps this research facility was newer. That would be why they didn't get up and running as quick. As for them marketing biological weapons after the Raccoon City incident you read what Calloway wrote, Stukov was money-hungry and that he didn't mind losing human lives for the sake of money."
"That makes sense," David said.
"How could anyone be so blinded by money?" Eric asked.
"Greed can consume anyone and anything," I said.
Eric nodded silently. The door to the left of the enclosure had an inscription of a gun above the lock. I guessed that meant I should use the key I just got from behind the picture. The door led too a narrow passageway. Surprisingly there were two windows in this hallway. Glass was cracking through the window and shadows of hunters were on the wall.
We walked faster praying that they wouldn't break the glass. Our prayers were not answered. The hunters broke through the window and attacked with a zest I have never seen. They had claws as long was my arm and tried to scratch me. I shot it multiple times. Ten shots didn't slow the thing down. Five more shots left it dead. The other two had cornered Sarah and Xavier. Keith tackled the one that had Xavier to the ground shoving a dagger in its throat. Eric put his shotgun at point-blank range and shot it in the back of the head.
Panting we regrouped. I walked up to the window to look out to see if anything else was coming. I could make out two figures in the distance. They weren't carrying guns so I dismissed them as zombies. This thought was confirmed when they started staggering toward us groaning. I ducked behind the window and fired from the safe distance. They both fell quickly compared to the hunters. I filled everyone in on what I was doing and we continued through the hallway. There was no door at the end; instead a pull down stairway was above us. I pulled the string and brought down the ladder. We climbed up it to find a bedroom.
The bed in the middle of the room had red and green covers. The headboard was decaying. I bent down to search under the bed. I pulled out a box that said "Pictures." photos were inside. They all had the greedy man that was we saw in the room with the key. Surrounding him was his family: a son, two daughters, and a wife. They all looked very happy. At the top it said "The Calloway Family."
"Calloway," said Keith slowly, "wasn't that the guy from the diary you found, Jamie?"
"Yea, it was," I said, "and Bob was the greedy looking man in the picture. I wonder who pictured him as mean and greedy he seems nice to me."
I pulled little scrap piece of paper out from under the bed. It said, "Beware, all dead creatures in this mansion are not as they seem. When killed the creatures enter a hibernation state, mutating into more efficient killing machines. This applies to every creature!"
"What does it mean by 'more efficient killing machine?'" David asked.
I thought carefully about what I saw on the news about what happened in Raccoon City, then answered, "I remember hearing something about mutated zombies that came back after they appeared to be dead. They were faster and had long claws as hands." At here I shuddered, "Imagine one of those hunters coming back to life stronger and faster!"
"Jamie look there is more written on the back of that sheet," Xavier said.
I turned it over and finished reading, "The only way to rid yourselves of the menaces forever is 1) Destruction of the head 2) Destruction of the legs, 3) Killing with acid, or 4) Incineration. Well at least we know how to get rid of them permanently."
We searched the room for any other clues, but we found nothing. I led the group through the doorway to the right of the bed. The door was lying on the ground. It had had its hinges ripped down by someone.or something. The next room held a stairwell. A groan told us a zombie was climbing up this stairwell. David reacted quickest shooting downward, blowing the zombie's head clear off. One creature we didn't have to worry about coming back. At the bottom of the staircase was another hallway. This place was like a giant maze!
A door in front of us said "Infirmary." We decided to check it out. Inside were all sorts of medical remedies and medicines. There were gunshot wound healers (fights infection for 24 hrs), serum, and so many others it would be impossible to list. I checked my watch. It was 1:00 P.M. We had been going for six straight hours.
"Guys lets rest for a minute," I said pulling out some fold up chairs.
"Great idea, Jamie," said Sarah.
"Here let me help you set the chairs up," said Keith.
We set them up and sat down. It felt nice to just take a deep breath and relax. We had been sitting there for about ten minutes when we heard a howl. We heard something bounding down the hallway toward our room. The door burst open and four hunters, red, not green like the others were in the doorway. One picked Kevin up by the throat and threw him at a medicine case. Sarah pistol-whipped it. It turned on her and picked her and threw her like a football.
One howled in pain when it got a piece of glass from the shattered medicine bottles in its foot. I took this opportunity to blast it into a wall. One down three to go. Kevin got up slowly and tackled one to the ground and started pounding its face in with his hands in. It let out an ear-piercing shriek of pain. Kevin shoved a dagger in its face. Only two more hunters left.
A hunter jumped on me from the front. I shoved a flash-bang grenade in its mouth and it flew off me a few feet. It went to jump again and its head blew off in mid-air. Its body fell but the upper portion of it flew at me.
The last hunter, sensing it stood no chance, turned to run. Keith, David, Xavier, and I all tried to tackle it at once. It had all four of us on top of it. We Put out guns next to its head and pulled the trigger twice. We felt it take its last breath.
I picked the door up and tried to fit it back on its hinges. With Xavier's help I got it back up. We locked it not knowing if it would do us any good or not, and decided to wait the rest of the day out in the Infirmary.
When nightfall came we picked the shifts up where they left off. It was hard for any of us to sleep. Everyone did get some sleep though. Tomorrow is another day we thought.