Chapter 1
I had a falling sensation, and it felt like that for a while. I wondered if I was ever going to get out of here. Or at least, land.
No sooner than I thought that did my body hit the floor. Hard. Pain racked through my body but at least nothing was broken. At least - that's almost funny.
I got up slowly, when I heard a click. I turned around, and to my surprise, I was not alone. There were four people in the room with me. Three guys, and one girl. The first guy was wearing sunglasses, and by the uniform he was wearing, he seemed to be in charge. The mystery of the click was solved, as I saw he was pointing a gun at me. In fact, everyone was.
The second guy was a bit older, but I honestly didn't get a good look at him. I was too busy looking at the massive gun he was pointing at me. The third guy was the youngest it seemed like, with rugged good looks, and he was also pointing a gun at me. The girl was pretty, with short hair and a beret. Very chic. And you guessed it, she was pointing a gun at me.
I wasn't sure what to do. I really didn't know why they were pointing guns at me. Even the skinny chick could have my ass if I tried to put up a fight. I decided to play it safe and slowly put my hands over my head.
"Don't shoot me please!" I yelled, panicked. Thankfully, they all put their weapons away, and I relaxed a bit.
"Sorry about that." said the sun-glassed man. "We really didn't know what to do when you fell from the ceiling. What happened?"
"Uh, I don't know. One minute I was in my living room and now I'm." I trailed off as I started to look around for the first time. I was in the huge main hall of some mansion. It would have been nice if it wasn't for the dust and the. yuck. spiders.
"Well since we're stuck together I might as well." the sun-glassed man started.
"Whoa, what do you mean 'stuck together'?" I interrupted.
"We are part of the S.T.A.R.S. team, and we were sent to investigate this mansion. The other team, the B.R.A.V.O. team lost contact with us during their investigation. I am the captain, Albert Wesker. This is Jill Valentine, Chris Redfield, and Barry." The sun glassed Albert Wesker said.
"Barry what?" I asked.
"I don't know, we never really asked." said Wesker.
I saw Barry silently wipe away a tear. I raised my eyebrows, but I had more important things to think about. I kept looking at Jill. She looked awfully familiar.
"We have to look for the B.R.A.V.O. team" Wesker said, bringing me out of my thoughts. "Chris, you take the upstairs, Jill you go to the room on the right, I'll stay in the hall, and Barry, you take the kid with you in the left room."
"Umm, excuse me, but why can't I stay in here? It's well lit and that guy makes me nervous. Middle aged Caucasian man with only one name and an affinity for big weapons? That's the profile of a serial killer! Why is your gun so big anyway? What are you compensating for?" I asked annoyed.
"Look," Wesker started, rubbing his forehead, "could you just go with him? You'll be safe I promise."
"Fine." I said. The last thing I wanted was to explore this creepy mansion, but if it would help to get me out of here, then fine.
"Ok everybody, move out!" Wesker said. Chris went up the stairs cautiously, and Jill went in the room on the right.
"Before we go," Barry spoke for the first time, and he sounded surprisingly gentle, despite his hardened appearance. "I think we should set up some rules. First stay by me at ALL times. Second -"
Barry was cut of by a loud scream in the room Jill was in. We were all startled, and froze for a second before we ran to the door and ripped it open.
Inside, Jill was struggling with a. a zombie? No way. The zombie was trying to bite her, but she grabbed its shoulders, and was trying to push it away. Looking at the scene before me, something flashed into my head. It was her! The girl on the video game box! Does that mean I've somehow been transported into the game? Oh man, this sounds like something those video game weirdoes would dream about.
I was snapped out of my thoughts when Barry shot a couple of rounds into the zombie. It let go of Jill, and turned to us. Then Barry expertly shot the zombie in the head. Blood literally squirted everywhere. It was some serious overkill, but at least the zombie was dead.
The room was silent for a few minutes, everyone trying to take in what they've just seen. Jill was breathing pretty hard, obviously shaken. I even forgot about my dilemma for the moment. Then, the cool-headed Wesker began to speak.
"Alright everyone, make sure to be extra careful! Jill, continue on and stay alert! Barry, keep an extra close eye on the kid. Now lets go!"
We walked into the main hall in silence. My heart was still pounding, and my legs were shaky. I must have been breathing harder than I thought because Barry asked if I was all right. I nodded, although I wasn't sure if I was really ok or not. How am I gonna get out of here?
"Ok, I'm going to open the door and rush in. Only come in if I say it's ok to, alright?" Barry said.
I nodded, preparing for the worst. Barry opened the door and went in. I waited nervously. What if Barry was attacked by another zombie? What could I do to help him?
Thirty seconds passed by. Then one minute. Then two. What's taking so long? I couldn't' wait any longer. I rushed into the room.
I had a falling sensation, and it felt like that for a while. I wondered if I was ever going to get out of here. Or at least, land.
No sooner than I thought that did my body hit the floor. Hard. Pain racked through my body but at least nothing was broken. At least - that's almost funny.
I got up slowly, when I heard a click. I turned around, and to my surprise, I was not alone. There were four people in the room with me. Three guys, and one girl. The first guy was wearing sunglasses, and by the uniform he was wearing, he seemed to be in charge. The mystery of the click was solved, as I saw he was pointing a gun at me. In fact, everyone was.
The second guy was a bit older, but I honestly didn't get a good look at him. I was too busy looking at the massive gun he was pointing at me. The third guy was the youngest it seemed like, with rugged good looks, and he was also pointing a gun at me. The girl was pretty, with short hair and a beret. Very chic. And you guessed it, she was pointing a gun at me.
I wasn't sure what to do. I really didn't know why they were pointing guns at me. Even the skinny chick could have my ass if I tried to put up a fight. I decided to play it safe and slowly put my hands over my head.
"Don't shoot me please!" I yelled, panicked. Thankfully, they all put their weapons away, and I relaxed a bit.
"Sorry about that." said the sun-glassed man. "We really didn't know what to do when you fell from the ceiling. What happened?"
"Uh, I don't know. One minute I was in my living room and now I'm." I trailed off as I started to look around for the first time. I was in the huge main hall of some mansion. It would have been nice if it wasn't for the dust and the. yuck. spiders.
"Well since we're stuck together I might as well." the sun-glassed man started.
"Whoa, what do you mean 'stuck together'?" I interrupted.
"We are part of the S.T.A.R.S. team, and we were sent to investigate this mansion. The other team, the B.R.A.V.O. team lost contact with us during their investigation. I am the captain, Albert Wesker. This is Jill Valentine, Chris Redfield, and Barry." The sun glassed Albert Wesker said.
"Barry what?" I asked.
"I don't know, we never really asked." said Wesker.
I saw Barry silently wipe away a tear. I raised my eyebrows, but I had more important things to think about. I kept looking at Jill. She looked awfully familiar.
"We have to look for the B.R.A.V.O. team" Wesker said, bringing me out of my thoughts. "Chris, you take the upstairs, Jill you go to the room on the right, I'll stay in the hall, and Barry, you take the kid with you in the left room."
"Umm, excuse me, but why can't I stay in here? It's well lit and that guy makes me nervous. Middle aged Caucasian man with only one name and an affinity for big weapons? That's the profile of a serial killer! Why is your gun so big anyway? What are you compensating for?" I asked annoyed.
"Look," Wesker started, rubbing his forehead, "could you just go with him? You'll be safe I promise."
"Fine." I said. The last thing I wanted was to explore this creepy mansion, but if it would help to get me out of here, then fine.
"Ok everybody, move out!" Wesker said. Chris went up the stairs cautiously, and Jill went in the room on the right.
"Before we go," Barry spoke for the first time, and he sounded surprisingly gentle, despite his hardened appearance. "I think we should set up some rules. First stay by me at ALL times. Second -"
Barry was cut of by a loud scream in the room Jill was in. We were all startled, and froze for a second before we ran to the door and ripped it open.
Inside, Jill was struggling with a. a zombie? No way. The zombie was trying to bite her, but she grabbed its shoulders, and was trying to push it away. Looking at the scene before me, something flashed into my head. It was her! The girl on the video game box! Does that mean I've somehow been transported into the game? Oh man, this sounds like something those video game weirdoes would dream about.
I was snapped out of my thoughts when Barry shot a couple of rounds into the zombie. It let go of Jill, and turned to us. Then Barry expertly shot the zombie in the head. Blood literally squirted everywhere. It was some serious overkill, but at least the zombie was dead.
The room was silent for a few minutes, everyone trying to take in what they've just seen. Jill was breathing pretty hard, obviously shaken. I even forgot about my dilemma for the moment. Then, the cool-headed Wesker began to speak.
"Alright everyone, make sure to be extra careful! Jill, continue on and stay alert! Barry, keep an extra close eye on the kid. Now lets go!"
We walked into the main hall in silence. My heart was still pounding, and my legs were shaky. I must have been breathing harder than I thought because Barry asked if I was all right. I nodded, although I wasn't sure if I was really ok or not. How am I gonna get out of here?
"Ok, I'm going to open the door and rush in. Only come in if I say it's ok to, alright?" Barry said.
I nodded, preparing for the worst. Barry opened the door and went in. I waited nervously. What if Barry was attacked by another zombie? What could I do to help him?
Thirty seconds passed by. Then one minute. Then two. What's taking so long? I couldn't' wait any longer. I rushed into the room.