Author's Note: Hi! Sorry about the delay, but the chapters are getting harder to write. I'm sorry about all the scene jumping, but once the characters' scenarios come together, it should go more smoothly...I hope. Anyway, try and figure out what the whispering translates to!

Steve was outside. A cold breeze swept past him, causing him to shiver. He was in a labyrinth, or that's what it looked like. There were large stone walls covered in moss. It was dark and misty out, his only source of light was the moon. A string of light bulbs were hung from the walls, but none of them were on.

"How am I going to find my way out of a place like this?" he wondered out loud.

He took a few steps forward. He heard a soft whispering behind him. Steve spun around and aimed his shotgun.

Nothing.

"Man...I must be hearing things," Steve mumbled to himself. He walked forward and heard something shuffling behind him. A loud shuffling. Steve turned around again to see a dark shape moving towards him.

"Claire?" Steve asked. The figure didn't respond, but the whispering began again. This time it was a little louder and high-pitched.

Llik em esaelp. Llik em esaelp. Llik em esaelp. Llik em esaelp.

'What is this thing?' Steve wondered to himself. He aimed his shotgun at the creature as it shuffled into the moonlight. It look feminine as far as Steve could tell. He could almost see through its ghostly-white skin. It had thick, reddish-brown hair that reached its waist. The creature folded its arms over its bare chest, as if to hide something, and it hung its head as it moved towards him.

'Strange...it doesn't look like a zombie,' Steve thought. Zombies were gross and decayed, yet this monster looked almost human. The monster lifted its head and to Steve's surprise, it's head was completely wrapped in bandages.

"Stay back!" Steve shouted at it.

Llik em esaelp. Llik em esaelp. Llik em-

The bandaged area where Steve thought the mouth was suddenly turned a crimson red. The monster shrieked and ran at him. It's arms thrashed about, and Steve could see the numerous scars and bloody stitches across its chest. He pulled the trigger and fired a shell into the monster's body.

It didn't even faze it.

'What is this thing?!' Steve thought. He shot it a few more times, but it didn't stop. Steve stumbled back and quickly turned to run. He rounded the corner of the stone wall and ran from the monster as fast as he could.

'I can't believe I'm doing this all over again,' Chris thought bitterly. The thought of going into another monster-filled mansion stirred up some bad memories for Chris. He had hoped that he would never have to go into another mansion for as long as he lived, and yet here he was.

Wesker told him he'd have to take the long way into the mansion, through the mansion's "more dangerous" areas. Fortunately, he was prepared. Leon had gave him his shotgun and magnum.

Now he was in a small, makeshift hospital of some sorts. There were wheelchairs with leather straps scattered about and papers everywhere. Plants were overturned and the walls were filthy and cracked.

'A hospital that's connected to a mansion? What kind of place is this?' Chris thought. He had a bad feeling about this. He doubted that this place was built to help the sick. Chris walked over to the desk and began rummaging through papers. Under the messy stack of papers was a tape recorder. He pressed the play button.

"...A young woman was brought in today. We took her to the experimental room. Unlike the others, she did not show any fear until we began the experiments. She was able to last longer than most of the subjects..."

A chorus of muffled groans caught Chris's attention. He quickly whirled around, knocking the tape recorder onto the ground and reached for his shotgun.

"After the tests were over, we were given special orders to inject her with Cornelius's new virus. She was going to be one of the prototype 'N-Virus monsters'..."

"Please, please, don't let them be here..." Chris thought. The groans became louder, but he still couldn't tell where they were coming from.

"She mutated rapidly, becoming less and less human with each passing day. Her skin grew paler, to the point where I could see straight through her. Her face was horrifyingly ugly and decayed. We had to wrap her entire face in bandages to keep it from peeling right off her skull. But despite this, she became a true monster. In fact, we even gave her a name. We called her..."

The tape recorder crackled. Chris was startled by a sudden female shriek. After regaining his composure, he realized that the screaming was coming from the tape recorder.

"No, no! Please don't-" A agonized scream emitted from the tape recorder. The disgusting sound of flesh being cut open followed. It sent chills down Chris's spine.

"No! Please, someone help me! Please! Stop! Noooo!" The woman screamed again. Chris quickly reached down to turn the tape recorder off. As he did, a door swung open and several zombie-like monsters stumbled out. Each of them were badly mutilated.

'What the hell happened to them?' Chris wondered. The zombies stumbled over each other, clawed at each other, and did everything they could to reach their new meal. Chris felt no sympathy as he pulled the trigger on the shotgun and blew several of the zombies apart. He could hear more zombies pounding on the doors of the hospital, trying desperately to get out.

Chris ran through the hallways, ignoring the banging of the zombies' fists against the locked doors. If they all busted out, there would be no way to fight them all off. He stopped at a door at the end of the hallway. He turned the knob, but it wouldn't budge.

Suddenly, several doors swung open. The once-human victims that were trapped inside each room stumbled out, all of them moving in Chris's direction. Chris silently swore at his bad luck and looked at the locked door. Without hesitating, he blasted the door. It took three shotgun shells to blast the door apart. As soon as he felt cold, clammy fingers brush against his arm, he ran inside.

Chris quickly navigated through the hospital's hallways. It seemed that the zombies that had escaped had stopped following him. He stopped to take a breather in the middle of the hallway. He leaned against a white door.

'I must be getting out of shape...' Chris thought to himself. A few high-pitched wails echoed through the hospital. Chris looked up to see zombies dressed in nurse uniforms shuffling toward him. They opened their rotting jaws and let out a long moan, outstretching their arms to catch him. He immediately opened the door and plunged into a darkened room. He slammed the door behind him. Chris fumbled with the light switch. As the room was lit, Chris saw that he wasn't alone in this room. A man dress in black had his back to him, looking through various bottles and vials.

"Wesker!" Chris exclaimed. Before Wesker could fully turn around, Chris grabbed the magnum from his belt and pointed it at Wesker's head. Chris's finger tightened around the trigger. Wesker only chuckled.

"What are you going to do, shoot me?" he asked coldly.

"That's exactly what I'm going to do, you murdering-"

"Now, now, watch your temper," Wesker taunted.

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't blow your brains out," Chris said. Wesker pulled out a radio and held it up for Chris to see.

"Because if I can't stay in contact with the other people listening in on this radio, they'll think something has happened to me," Wesker explained, "and if they think something has happened to me, they have orders to take the girl, Sherry Birkin, and kill anyone who interferes."

Chris stood there silently. His hand was shaking slightly from rage. Wesker was trying to threaten him. He didn't know if it was a bluff or not, but he wasn't willing to risk Sherry or Leon's life to find out. As tough as Leon was, he wouldn't be able to take down an entire group of heavily armed men.

"Fine, I won't kill you for now," Chris muttered. He turned to leave. Facing zombies sounded a lot better than dealing with Wesker. As soon as he touched the knob, he heard Wesker behind him.

"Where do you think you're going, Redfield? I didn't say I was done with you yet. I suggest if you want your friends to remain safe, you do as I tell you. I can order my men to take the girl anytime I like, you know..."

Chris took his hand off the knob and looked at Wesker. Anger was written all over his face, which caused Wesker to smile.

"Don't worry. Just do as I say and everything will be fine," he said simply.