It wasn't long when Rachel reached the basement. The basement had different
odds and ends. It was the perfect place to start searching. Upon opening
the door, Rachel was greeted by two Mannequins, posed. She walked forward
and used the butt of the shotgun to hit one of the Mannequins. It screamed,
awaking the other one. Two shotgun blasts and stepping were all it required
to kill the two Mannequins.
There was a bookcase with bloody handprints at the side. Rachel pushed the bookcase out of curiosity and to her surprise, the bookcase moved. There was a ladder leading down. Since there was nowhere else to go in the basement, the only way is down.
Rachel found herself in a dark room. She could barely see anything. But she could tell the walls are stained with dark brown spots and a bit of blood. She placed her hand on the wall to search for a switch. Her fingers touched something. Assuming it was the switch, Rachel flicked it on.
Lights brightened the room and Rachel found herself in a room where doctors keep mental patients. The walls are cushioned so the patients won't hurt themselves by hurling towards the walls. In the middle of the large room was a decomposed corpse holding to a book. It also had a backpack and on one of its finger was a ring. It appears that someone or something had eaten this poor soul on this very spot. The blood soaked floor told the tale.
Rachel looked closely at the book. The title read:
'Modifying firearms' By Richard Kendal.
This book would be useful, thought Rachel. She also took the backpack and searched. Inside were a bottle of wine, a handkerchief, a lighter, a hospital map, a key, a journal, two boxes of shotgun shells and three first aid kits. Delighted, Rachel reloaded her shotgun. It seems her shotgun held up to seven shots. Rachel then noticed the ring. It was on a finger that seems to be pointing of some writing written in blood.
Rachel can barely read it. There was a G, E and O. The rest were faded. But she took the ring and placed it in her backpack together with the book. Just then there was rumbling as if there was thunder in the room. BAM!
What was that? Rachel thought. BAM! This time, one of the walls had a dent. Rachel suddenly realized what the corpse had written: GET OUT.
The wall crashed and a huge Lizard poked its head in. It gave a roar and broke the wall down. It blocked Rachel's only way out: the ladder. Now she was trapped in this room with the giant Lizard.
The Lizard hissed its forked tongue stuck out of its mouth. Rachel backed against the wall and readied her shotgun. She took aim and fire. The shotgun blast. The slugs hit the Lizard on its head but unable to penetrate its tough hide. The Lizard gave a hissed and crawled fast towards Rachel.
Rachel was deciding to go left or right. She waited for the Lizard to come close enough before she dive right under it. She turned on her back and fired another shell. The force propelled the Lizard's head upwards as Rachel crawled as fast as she can underneath the huge reptile. She managed to crawl out at the back of the Lizard. The Lizard's head turned and swiped its tail. Rachel, unable to avoid it, was whack towards the wall. The cushion softened her collision.
Still holding on to her shotgun, Rachel raised it and aim. This time at the Lizard's eye. She pulled the trigger, the shotgun fired. The slugs from the shotgun hit the Lizard's eye. Blood splattered. The Lizard gave a loud roar. Turning its whole body, it faced Rachel.
Four shots left, Rachel thought as she counted the shots she had fire. Very soon, she'll get the hang of the shotgun. The Lizard, this time, charged head first, trying to ram Rachel with its head. Rachel had the idea of getting on top of the Lizard's head and fires all rounds left. But this time the Lizard was faster and rammed her against the wall. Rachel spitted out blood.
As the Lizard stepped back, Rachel knelt down, weakened from the blow. The Lizard upon seeing Rachel like this began to open its huge mouth until its jaw was far apart from its head. Rachel took the chance to fire a shell into the Lizard soft mouth. The damage was done as blood splattered at where the slugs hit. The Lizard gave a small roar. Its mouth was now covered in blood. Rachel smiled to herself. She never thought the Lizard was stupid enough to fall for her trick. After all, she was already dead. What has she got to lose?
For a spilt second, Rachel nearly forgot about her quest. To get Pythagoras healed and get out of the hospital with him. What's wrong with her? She seems to be enjoying this battle. Killing was not her type at all. She may have killed some enemies during her stay at the Brookhaven Hospital. But those were self-defense and she didn't kill for the fun of it. So why was she enjoying this? Rachel doesn't know the answer. She had a Lizard to fight.
The Lizard opened its huge gapping mouth which was still bleeding and lunged forward. Rachel waited for the right moment and leaped into its mouth. The jaws snapped shut. The Lizard was satisfied with its meal. Suddenly the top part of its head blew up! Blood and brain matter fell and splattered every corner of the room and the giant reptile collapsed. Dead.
Rachel stood up, standing on the Lizard's jaw. She was also covered in blood. Some of it hers, most of it the Lizard's. She had just experienced her first huge battle. There will be more to come, she thought.
Leaping down from the carcass' jaw, she made her way up the ladder.
The moment Rachel reached the top she pulled the bookcase back into its original position. Just it case there was something else down there.
She turned and faced a wall to find writings on it. It was written in blood and read:
'The patients...What's wrong with them!? 495! 495! 495! 495! 495! 495!'
What's '495'? A password? A combination or something else? Rachel thought.
Something clicked in her head. If she were to substitute the numbers with letters, then that would read..:
'The patients...What's wrong with them!? DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE!'
Rachel felt nervous. She opened the door and walked out of the room. The two dead Mannequins were still lying on the ground, blood still oozing out from them. Rachel avoided stepping on them and proceeded to where she had left Pythagoras.
There was a bookcase with bloody handprints at the side. Rachel pushed the bookcase out of curiosity and to her surprise, the bookcase moved. There was a ladder leading down. Since there was nowhere else to go in the basement, the only way is down.
Rachel found herself in a dark room. She could barely see anything. But she could tell the walls are stained with dark brown spots and a bit of blood. She placed her hand on the wall to search for a switch. Her fingers touched something. Assuming it was the switch, Rachel flicked it on.
Lights brightened the room and Rachel found herself in a room where doctors keep mental patients. The walls are cushioned so the patients won't hurt themselves by hurling towards the walls. In the middle of the large room was a decomposed corpse holding to a book. It also had a backpack and on one of its finger was a ring. It appears that someone or something had eaten this poor soul on this very spot. The blood soaked floor told the tale.
Rachel looked closely at the book. The title read:
'Modifying firearms' By Richard Kendal.
This book would be useful, thought Rachel. She also took the backpack and searched. Inside were a bottle of wine, a handkerchief, a lighter, a hospital map, a key, a journal, two boxes of shotgun shells and three first aid kits. Delighted, Rachel reloaded her shotgun. It seems her shotgun held up to seven shots. Rachel then noticed the ring. It was on a finger that seems to be pointing of some writing written in blood.
Rachel can barely read it. There was a G, E and O. The rest were faded. But she took the ring and placed it in her backpack together with the book. Just then there was rumbling as if there was thunder in the room. BAM!
What was that? Rachel thought. BAM! This time, one of the walls had a dent. Rachel suddenly realized what the corpse had written: GET OUT.
The wall crashed and a huge Lizard poked its head in. It gave a roar and broke the wall down. It blocked Rachel's only way out: the ladder. Now she was trapped in this room with the giant Lizard.
The Lizard hissed its forked tongue stuck out of its mouth. Rachel backed against the wall and readied her shotgun. She took aim and fire. The shotgun blast. The slugs hit the Lizard on its head but unable to penetrate its tough hide. The Lizard gave a hissed and crawled fast towards Rachel.
Rachel was deciding to go left or right. She waited for the Lizard to come close enough before she dive right under it. She turned on her back and fired another shell. The force propelled the Lizard's head upwards as Rachel crawled as fast as she can underneath the huge reptile. She managed to crawl out at the back of the Lizard. The Lizard's head turned and swiped its tail. Rachel, unable to avoid it, was whack towards the wall. The cushion softened her collision.
Still holding on to her shotgun, Rachel raised it and aim. This time at the Lizard's eye. She pulled the trigger, the shotgun fired. The slugs from the shotgun hit the Lizard's eye. Blood splattered. The Lizard gave a loud roar. Turning its whole body, it faced Rachel.
Four shots left, Rachel thought as she counted the shots she had fire. Very soon, she'll get the hang of the shotgun. The Lizard, this time, charged head first, trying to ram Rachel with its head. Rachel had the idea of getting on top of the Lizard's head and fires all rounds left. But this time the Lizard was faster and rammed her against the wall. Rachel spitted out blood.
As the Lizard stepped back, Rachel knelt down, weakened from the blow. The Lizard upon seeing Rachel like this began to open its huge mouth until its jaw was far apart from its head. Rachel took the chance to fire a shell into the Lizard soft mouth. The damage was done as blood splattered at where the slugs hit. The Lizard gave a small roar. Its mouth was now covered in blood. Rachel smiled to herself. She never thought the Lizard was stupid enough to fall for her trick. After all, she was already dead. What has she got to lose?
For a spilt second, Rachel nearly forgot about her quest. To get Pythagoras healed and get out of the hospital with him. What's wrong with her? She seems to be enjoying this battle. Killing was not her type at all. She may have killed some enemies during her stay at the Brookhaven Hospital. But those were self-defense and she didn't kill for the fun of it. So why was she enjoying this? Rachel doesn't know the answer. She had a Lizard to fight.
The Lizard opened its huge gapping mouth which was still bleeding and lunged forward. Rachel waited for the right moment and leaped into its mouth. The jaws snapped shut. The Lizard was satisfied with its meal. Suddenly the top part of its head blew up! Blood and brain matter fell and splattered every corner of the room and the giant reptile collapsed. Dead.
Rachel stood up, standing on the Lizard's jaw. She was also covered in blood. Some of it hers, most of it the Lizard's. She had just experienced her first huge battle. There will be more to come, she thought.
Leaping down from the carcass' jaw, she made her way up the ladder.
The moment Rachel reached the top she pulled the bookcase back into its original position. Just it case there was something else down there.
She turned and faced a wall to find writings on it. It was written in blood and read:
'The patients...What's wrong with them!? 495! 495! 495! 495! 495! 495!'
What's '495'? A password? A combination or something else? Rachel thought.
Something clicked in her head. If she were to substitute the numbers with letters, then that would read..:
'The patients...What's wrong with them!? DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE!'
Rachel felt nervous. She opened the door and walked out of the room. The two dead Mannequins were still lying on the ground, blood still oozing out from them. Rachel avoided stepping on them and proceeded to where she had left Pythagoras.