Author's Note: This end of the chapter is what triggers the plot I had in mind. Try to figure out what it is. ^_^ Anyway, thanks for the reviews!
I was lucky enough to escape some of the zombies that were outside the guillotine room. I swear that place gives me chills no matter how many times I've seen it before. Only this time it seemed much worse then before. There was a lot of blood stained on the walls and ground, and it almost completely covered the guillotine. I entered a nearby building and began walking through the corridor. I stepped up to the security box and it automatically opened.
"Please place all metallic items into the security box," the only metallic thing I had with me were the airport keys I found.
"Screw you," I told it and then walked past it. I heard an annoying ringing and the shutters immediately closed. I muttered something under my breath and quickly went to turn it off. I flicked the switch and the shutters rose. It looked like I wasn't going anywhere until I deposited the keys.
"Fine, fine, at least they'll be safe," I muttered, placing the keys into the security box. I walked past without anymore problems. I heard shuffling from somewhere and spun around, expecting a zombie to stumble out and try to eat me. I relaxed slightly when I noticed that they were in another room. I was tempted to taunt them through the window, but I really didn't want to push my luck. I headed into the next room, which was full of stuff that I couldn't use. How wonderful.
The next room was a computer room. I found a green herb lying there, and took it with me. I noticed that one of the computers were already on. Curious, I sat down and began looking through the files. There was a list that caught my interest. It was apparently Umbrella's "naughty" list. The people who had caused problems for Umbrella. I frowned when I saw my father's name on the list. Did he survive the attack like I did? Even though he was a stupid fool, I didn't want to see him roaming around as a zombie...
I shuddered and began searching through the names. There was a name that grabbed my attention. Chris Redfield. That girl I met before, Claire, said her name was Redfield. Were they related? I clicked on the name and another file popped up. As I read on, I realized how cool this guy was. He was one of the former S.T.A.R.S. members, and pain for Umbrella to kill off. I was about to check out more information on him, when I heard footsteps behind me.
"What are you doing?" someone asked. I jumped, but relaxed when I saw it was Claire. I turned to her, now was my chance to find out about Chris Redfield.
"Is Chris Redfield a relative of yours?" I asked.
"You mean my brother?" she asked. Whoa, they were siblings? This was getting interesting.
"Ah, so you're siblings!" I motioned at the computer, "it seems your brother is under surveillance by Umbrella," I said.
"What?" she quickly dashed over to the computer and looked at the information I pulled up, "I've got to contact Leon and tell him to let my brother know that he's being monitored. It's a good thing I have access to an outside connection from here!"
I shrugged. I didn't really care.
"That file shows the latitude and longitude of this place," I told her, then grinned, "why don't you send him the coordinates for this place so he can come by and pick you up?" I said sarcastically. I expected to hear her grunt in irritation, but I didn't get that reaction.
"Thanks. I'll do that," she said, not even facing me. I wanted to smack my forehead. Just how naive was this girl?
"Hey! I was just kidding," I snapped in irritation. It was bad enough that I had to fight through all these monsters, but now I had to deal with some newbie prisoner who thinks that people will just jump up and save her when she's in trouble.
"There's no way he'll get here, even if he is your brother!" I told her. It was the truth too, you just can't depend on other people. I had learned this the hard way. However, Claire just gave me a determined look.
"He will come, I'm sure of it!" she argued. I felt anger boiling inside of me. I couldn't decide if she was naive or just stupid. She had no idea of what it felt like to be abandoned or betrayed like I had. She was just too trusting, and she was going to suffer because of it.
"No way! He won't come! You'll only be disappointed if you rely on others! Believe me, I know!" I stopped to look her in the eyes. She was staring at me as if I was some sort of raving lunatic. I couldn't stand looking her anymore. I quickly turned around and stormed out. Screw her, let her get eaten.
I snatched the keys out of the security box, and made my way to the airport. As soon as I stepped out, I saw that all three of the zombies I saw earlier were dead. I felt a bit relieved that I didn't have to fight them now, although it might have taken off some stress. I didn't know why I felt so angry at her. Who cares if she trusts other people or not? I'm not the one to blame if she gets hurt...
"Maybe you're just jealous," my mind said. I frowned at the thought. I never thought about it before, but something about that determined look made me feel...jealous. I wanted that determined look...I wanted to say that someone would come help me too...
I shook my head. It was a stupid thought. I don't need anyone's help. I knew I couldn't get to the airport through the main courtyard, I needed an emblem to do that and I had no idea where the emblem was. However, I did know of a more longer route to take. I just hoped that there weren't too many monsters waiting for me there.
The alternate route wasn't as bad as I had expected it to be. Any zombie that was around couldn't catch me in time. The only thing that had surprised me were those creepy zombie dogs. I escaped them, but that was way to close. I shuddered while remembering its snapping jaws barely missing my neck.
I realized that I was pretty close to the palace. That was the place where the people who ran the prison hung out, the Ashford family. From the stories I heard while I was in prison, they weren't the type of people you'd want to meet in general. The airport was pretty close to the palace, so maybe I'd stop by there and look for a weapon. Maybe I'd even meet the Ashfords themselves. I walked into the palace area, and found it eerily silent. I had a bad feeling about hanging around here. I quickly walked towards the palace. As I reached the stairs, I heard a growl. Three of them.
Oh God, no...
Three zombie dogs had me cornered. I hadn't been careful enough to listen for them. I turned to run, but I was already too late. I felt one of them jump on me, knocking me to the ground. I struggled against them, and I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder. I let out a cry as the three dogs bit at me, tearing away at my shoulders, legs, whatever they could sink their teeth into. If I didn't get up, I was going to die. I manage to push the dogs off and I stumbled to my feet. I clutched my bleeding shoulder and ran toward the doors, dodging left and right to escape them. I grab the handle of the door and ripped it open, I tumbled inside, slamming the door behind me.
I slumped against the door, blood was trickling from the places they had bit me. They had bitten deep into my shoulder though. I leaned my head back against the door, worn out from the fight.
"Damn it..." my eyes closed and I felt myself drifting to sleep.
I was lucky enough to escape some of the zombies that were outside the guillotine room. I swear that place gives me chills no matter how many times I've seen it before. Only this time it seemed much worse then before. There was a lot of blood stained on the walls and ground, and it almost completely covered the guillotine. I entered a nearby building and began walking through the corridor. I stepped up to the security box and it automatically opened.
"Please place all metallic items into the security box," the only metallic thing I had with me were the airport keys I found.
"Screw you," I told it and then walked past it. I heard an annoying ringing and the shutters immediately closed. I muttered something under my breath and quickly went to turn it off. I flicked the switch and the shutters rose. It looked like I wasn't going anywhere until I deposited the keys.
"Fine, fine, at least they'll be safe," I muttered, placing the keys into the security box. I walked past without anymore problems. I heard shuffling from somewhere and spun around, expecting a zombie to stumble out and try to eat me. I relaxed slightly when I noticed that they were in another room. I was tempted to taunt them through the window, but I really didn't want to push my luck. I headed into the next room, which was full of stuff that I couldn't use. How wonderful.
The next room was a computer room. I found a green herb lying there, and took it with me. I noticed that one of the computers were already on. Curious, I sat down and began looking through the files. There was a list that caught my interest. It was apparently Umbrella's "naughty" list. The people who had caused problems for Umbrella. I frowned when I saw my father's name on the list. Did he survive the attack like I did? Even though he was a stupid fool, I didn't want to see him roaming around as a zombie...
I shuddered and began searching through the names. There was a name that grabbed my attention. Chris Redfield. That girl I met before, Claire, said her name was Redfield. Were they related? I clicked on the name and another file popped up. As I read on, I realized how cool this guy was. He was one of the former S.T.A.R.S. members, and pain for Umbrella to kill off. I was about to check out more information on him, when I heard footsteps behind me.
"What are you doing?" someone asked. I jumped, but relaxed when I saw it was Claire. I turned to her, now was my chance to find out about Chris Redfield.
"Is Chris Redfield a relative of yours?" I asked.
"You mean my brother?" she asked. Whoa, they were siblings? This was getting interesting.
"Ah, so you're siblings!" I motioned at the computer, "it seems your brother is under surveillance by Umbrella," I said.
"What?" she quickly dashed over to the computer and looked at the information I pulled up, "I've got to contact Leon and tell him to let my brother know that he's being monitored. It's a good thing I have access to an outside connection from here!"
I shrugged. I didn't really care.
"That file shows the latitude and longitude of this place," I told her, then grinned, "why don't you send him the coordinates for this place so he can come by and pick you up?" I said sarcastically. I expected to hear her grunt in irritation, but I didn't get that reaction.
"Thanks. I'll do that," she said, not even facing me. I wanted to smack my forehead. Just how naive was this girl?
"Hey! I was just kidding," I snapped in irritation. It was bad enough that I had to fight through all these monsters, but now I had to deal with some newbie prisoner who thinks that people will just jump up and save her when she's in trouble.
"There's no way he'll get here, even if he is your brother!" I told her. It was the truth too, you just can't depend on other people. I had learned this the hard way. However, Claire just gave me a determined look.
"He will come, I'm sure of it!" she argued. I felt anger boiling inside of me. I couldn't decide if she was naive or just stupid. She had no idea of what it felt like to be abandoned or betrayed like I had. She was just too trusting, and she was going to suffer because of it.
"No way! He won't come! You'll only be disappointed if you rely on others! Believe me, I know!" I stopped to look her in the eyes. She was staring at me as if I was some sort of raving lunatic. I couldn't stand looking her anymore. I quickly turned around and stormed out. Screw her, let her get eaten.
I snatched the keys out of the security box, and made my way to the airport. As soon as I stepped out, I saw that all three of the zombies I saw earlier were dead. I felt a bit relieved that I didn't have to fight them now, although it might have taken off some stress. I didn't know why I felt so angry at her. Who cares if she trusts other people or not? I'm not the one to blame if she gets hurt...
"Maybe you're just jealous," my mind said. I frowned at the thought. I never thought about it before, but something about that determined look made me feel...jealous. I wanted that determined look...I wanted to say that someone would come help me too...
I shook my head. It was a stupid thought. I don't need anyone's help. I knew I couldn't get to the airport through the main courtyard, I needed an emblem to do that and I had no idea where the emblem was. However, I did know of a more longer route to take. I just hoped that there weren't too many monsters waiting for me there.
The alternate route wasn't as bad as I had expected it to be. Any zombie that was around couldn't catch me in time. The only thing that had surprised me were those creepy zombie dogs. I escaped them, but that was way to close. I shuddered while remembering its snapping jaws barely missing my neck.
I realized that I was pretty close to the palace. That was the place where the people who ran the prison hung out, the Ashford family. From the stories I heard while I was in prison, they weren't the type of people you'd want to meet in general. The airport was pretty close to the palace, so maybe I'd stop by there and look for a weapon. Maybe I'd even meet the Ashfords themselves. I walked into the palace area, and found it eerily silent. I had a bad feeling about hanging around here. I quickly walked towards the palace. As I reached the stairs, I heard a growl. Three of them.
Oh God, no...
Three zombie dogs had me cornered. I hadn't been careful enough to listen for them. I turned to run, but I was already too late. I felt one of them jump on me, knocking me to the ground. I struggled against them, and I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder. I let out a cry as the three dogs bit at me, tearing away at my shoulders, legs, whatever they could sink their teeth into. If I didn't get up, I was going to die. I manage to push the dogs off and I stumbled to my feet. I clutched my bleeding shoulder and ran toward the doors, dodging left and right to escape them. I grab the handle of the door and ripped it open, I tumbled inside, slamming the door behind me.
I slumped against the door, blood was trickling from the places they had bit me. They had bitten deep into my shoulder though. I leaned my head back against the door, worn out from the fight.
"Damn it..." my eyes closed and I felt myself drifting to sleep.