Author's note: This is it. My longest chapter to date. I told you so. Anyway, This instalment reveals what happened to Laura and the appearance of General Darrow. Brace yourself.
Disclaimer: Resident Evil is a trademark of Capcom. It's not mine.
Chapter 8: Back home
Andres' house, 2.02pm.
Andre, Steven and Guy make it to their destination. "Where're your parents?" asked Steven. "Off in Guernsey. They would have been back this evening…" replied Andre.
"Okay, let's get to work. You two go and get some stuff to seal the doors and windows. I'll secure the food." The duo gets to work. Andre gets some bags and stuffs as much food as he can into them before going up to the spare bedroom and arranging them in order.
Steven and Guy go to the garage. They acquire a ladder, planks of wood and they unhinge a few doors. They seal up the ground floor windows and doors.
"Hey, could you come up please? I really need help." Asks Andre. The other two oblige and carry food up the stairs to the room.
After a gruelling task they finally finish the job. "Jesus Christ, that was hard." Muttered Guy, worn out. "Go and get me a drink or something." Andre goes up to fetch a couple of Cokes while Steven turns the TV on. The picture emerges, showing the same reporter seen earlier. "Is she still alive?" Steven said surprised.
"I'm currently inside the hospital, where hundreds of troops are holding off those things. The virus is now Island-wide and at least 60,000 people and rising are either dead or infected." Andre walks downstairs and tosses them their drinks. "60,000? That's nearly the entire population." He says. The picture and sound starts to crackle. "……surv….re……hos..al…..a……….poss…." The entire screen now fails. "What did she say at the end?" Steven asks. "I don't have a clue. Someone change the channel." Andre orders. Guy changes the channel to BBC1. A reporter in a red coat is onboard an aircraft carrier. Fighter jets and transport helicopters are behind her and in the very distance is the island itself.
"I am onboard the aircraft carrier HMS September and right next to me is operation commander General George Cage. General, what is the situation at the moment?" She says before asking the question. "The situation is not very good. Reports from troops say that they are being pushed back from the frontline and most of the civilians are dead." "What is the reason behind this epidemic?" The reporter asks. "Although, information at this time is sketchy, we believe that the cause is behind a chemical leak at an undisclosed location." He replies. "And finally, if the outbreak reaches critical levels, what will you do to contain the disease?" she asks. "I'm not authorized to give out that information at this time." The general says, coldly.
"Thank you. This is Jennifer Gray reporting from the HMS September."
Andre turns the Television back off and sits back down. "Whoop-dee-doo." Says Andre, sarcastically. "Now we'll either be eaten alive or blown up." "This is the worst moment in my life since 'Smash Hits' wanted a national Gareth Gates day." Guy says, without a hint of hope in his voice. "Now, come on guys, don't give up now. Sure, the odds may be against us, but don't lose hope. You'll be dead if you do." Steven says dramatically.
"Steven's right. We can't just wait here to die. We got to escape." Andre turns to Guy. "You coming with us?" Guy pauses for a few seconds and nods. "You made the right choice. Come on, let's go and get some supplies. We're going to escape this hellhole."
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A secret umbrella lab, 2.27pm.
Corporal James Smith is creeping down the main corridor of point 19. The hallway is in complete darkness, with only the corporals' pocket torch for light. His MP5K raised, he hears a groan in the distance. Speeding up, he runs around the corner. A gun is raised to his head. "Shit!" James screams as he kicks the weapon out of the assailants' hands and aims his own at him. "Identify yourself!" James screams. The mans' head moves up to reveal his face. It was Barry.
James calms down. "Jesus Christ, Barry, did you have to do that?" he says, breathing heavily.
Sergeant Barry Hendrix was a fellow comrade who was ordered to clean out the infestation. He was a stocky man with blue eyes and blonde-brown hair. He was with James during the hostage rescue mission that went horribly wrong.
"Barry, what the hell? I thought you were dead." James says with extreme relief. "After I went to get some ammo, I got to point 7 and was attacked by this…thing." Barry explains.
"Thing? What did this thing look like?" James asked. "Well…it walked on all fours, it had claws and…it was walking on the ceiling. It had no eyes, and this massive tongue, and its' most sickest feature is…is it has no flesh, it was just muscle tissue, and it's brain was exposed and…" Before Barry could finish his sentence, he faints. "Goddamnit!" James says, angrily. He drags him down the corridor towards the armoury and rests him on a bench and secures the door.
