Resident Evil:
Private Investigations

6

At the bottom of the fire escape they broke right, except Redfield, he headed straight on. I had no idea what was happening and I wanted answers, I headed after Redfield. I found him out of breath in one of Paris's dark alleys. I levelled my pistol at him.
"What's happening Redfield? Who is Ashford?"
"Don't you know?"
"What do you think?"
"I think you've been used to set us up, Ashford needed me dead so when you found where we were he could kill us, and blame it on you as the investigator?"
"Why would he kill you?"
"Haven't you worked it out yet?"
"Assuming that he isn't a lunatic he must want you dead for a reason." The penny dropped, "What you said really happened, UMBRELLA are making biological weapons on the side."
"Yeah," "Why?" There was a crack and brick flew out from the wall next to us, they had found us. Redfield legged it, I followed suit, firing back as I went. I was just about to turn the corner, Redfield was waving me on, when I felt it, the searing pain in my back. I stumbled and fell, knowing I'd been hit. Redfield left and the UMBRELLA hit squad ran past. I crawled up to the alley wall and sat against it, my life dripping away through a hole in my back. I looked and saw dawn was breaking. The world became dark and I lost my senses, one after the other. Sight, smell, taste, hearing and finally touch. And so I died. I would go an unsolved murder in Paris, another name on a gravestone in the church yard. I hoped that I would be shipped back to England and buried in Wimbledon, my home town. The answers had finally eluded me and I was just a corpse in an alley.