Resident Evil 4: Umbrella's Requiem
Fan-Fiction -- My Version of Resident Evil 4
Text Copyright: © 04/05/2004 DestructoYue
Updated: © 04/11/2004, © 04/13/2004, © 04/14/2004, © 04/17/2004, © 04/24/2004
DISCLAIMER: The original characters and original scenarios contained within this text are copyright 4/5/2004 - 4/24/2004 by me, DestructoYue. The previously created characters (Leon S. Kennedy, etc.) and previously created scenarios and objects are copyrighted and trademarked by Capcom. This story is an original fan-fiction based on what I think could/should happen in Resident Evil 4. It is in no way meant to offend the reader or Capcom.
Chapter 11: Lesson In Patients
He stood in the doorway, looking inside at what he thought was a church. The lights illuminated the room in a strange, eerie way, casting shadows upon each object. Moving forward into the main room, he could see that it wasn't a church at all. Beds lined the walls, a new "patient" in each one. Somehow, they had transformed it into a hospital. He stopped, trying to count them, coming to the conclusion there were thirty in all. Their clothing seemed very similar to the crazed villagers he fought only moments earlier. "How did they make this into a hospital? And why are all these people here...?" Realizing there must be a secret passage into the building, he decided to look around later; the main goal right now being to look at the medical charts. Half of the people were middle-aged, and apparently ex-Umbrella employees: all complaining of headaches and black- outs. The majority of those remaining were there for unknown reasons based on their charts. None had been there for longer than a week. Making his way to the final patient, he checked the chart. "What the...? That name seems so familiar." A curtain surrounded the bed, keeping them seperated from the others. Leon pulled back the curtain, hoping that seeing their face would help him remember. The bed was empty, but it had recently been used. "Maybe... they left when they woke up? Will the others wake up too?" Closing the curtain, he decided it was time to investigate the other rooms. "I should try not to make too much noise, I don't want to wake these people. Especially if they aren't human anymore. Now, where to first?" Ten doors, leading possibly to other rooms, or unseen danger. Walking through the first door, he found a doctor's office. It was normal, for the most part. A nice desk with a leather chair behind it. Three file cabinets, most likely full of medical records. A plant in the corner: it had died. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed something shining. A second plant that was still living, and the object was partway underneath. He lifted up the plant, finding a small ring of keys. "I wonder if these go to the file cabinets or the desk?" Trying the desk first, he used one of five keys, unlocking a drawer that contained a few personal records; nothing important. Not realizing before, he noticed a second desk drawer, much bigger than the first. He tried three keys before finding the right one. Inside were a few files, and he decided to read them quietly. One stood out from the rest: "In the event of a patient complaining of headaches, black-outs, or a strange ringing in their ears, give them the drug we sent you a couple weeks ago. We must keep this contained at all costs." "Could that be how they're being controlled?" There was no signature or name at the top telling who the doctor was. A journal lay underneath, filled with personal dates: birthdays, anniversaries, dinner plans. Flipping through, one of the pages came loose, and fell on the floor. He bent down to pick it up, reading it as he sat upright again. "Nearly a dozen people started complaining of the symptoms yesterday, so I had to give them the drug. At first, they were fine, but after a few hours, it sent them into a deep sleep, almost like a coma. "Why didn't they tell me it would do this???" Now I have to monitor them 24 hours a day... If only I had the equipment to run tests on them." The back side contained even more. "I went to check on the 'special patient' today. He was doing much better, although -they- told me I am not to let him leave, even when he's fully recovered. I'm supposed to give him a heavy dose of the drug if he tries leaving, but seeing what happened to the others, I'll just give him some tranquilizers. We can't afford to have casualties in this critical stage of our research." "So they're using unknown drugs for research. I wonder if the 'special patient' is that person I know..." His thoughts trailing off, he stood up from the chair, pushing it out of the way so he could check the three file cabinets. The first wasn't locked, and it contained mostly booklets about First-Aid and CPR. On the bottom of the pile, there was a small box. "I'll check it in a minute...," he mumbled, more interested in searching the others. The second was locked, so he used one of the remaining keys, leaving two. Inside were complete medical history records of all the patients in the main room. One belonged to the person he knew, so he checked the pages inside: he was admitted twice for injuries since a week before Leon arrived. The second time he was admitted, it said he had a concussion and was unconscious on arrival. "That idiot doctor probably thought he blacked-out like the others. At least he didn't give him the drug. It says they only gave him pain killer and tranquilizers when he woke up." Nothing left in the file, he put it back and closed the drawer. The third file cabinet was locked as well, requiring the use of one of the two keys. Inside lay a handgun with plenty of bullets. Hmm... Why would a doctor need a gun like that? He left them behind and shut the drawer back, leaving it unlocked in case he would need them later. Finished exploring the room, he turned to the box he had found, hoping the final key would open it. CLICK! It unlocked easily, and inside were three larger keys, two with different pictures on them. One had a Lion. The other had a picture of a Wolf. The final key had a ring with a tag attached: "Morgue". "Great, now I have to find whatever these belong to and go into the Morgue...," he whispered, ready to search the remaining areas.
"Will I be able to figure out what is really going on here?"
Fan-Fiction -- My Version of Resident Evil 4
Text Copyright: © 04/05/2004 DestructoYue
Updated: © 04/11/2004, © 04/13/2004, © 04/14/2004, © 04/17/2004, © 04/24/2004
DISCLAIMER: The original characters and original scenarios contained within this text are copyright 4/5/2004 - 4/24/2004 by me, DestructoYue. The previously created characters (Leon S. Kennedy, etc.) and previously created scenarios and objects are copyrighted and trademarked by Capcom. This story is an original fan-fiction based on what I think could/should happen in Resident Evil 4. It is in no way meant to offend the reader or Capcom.
Chapter 11: Lesson In Patients
He stood in the doorway, looking inside at what he thought was a church. The lights illuminated the room in a strange, eerie way, casting shadows upon each object. Moving forward into the main room, he could see that it wasn't a church at all. Beds lined the walls, a new "patient" in each one. Somehow, they had transformed it into a hospital. He stopped, trying to count them, coming to the conclusion there were thirty in all. Their clothing seemed very similar to the crazed villagers he fought only moments earlier. "How did they make this into a hospital? And why are all these people here...?" Realizing there must be a secret passage into the building, he decided to look around later; the main goal right now being to look at the medical charts. Half of the people were middle-aged, and apparently ex-Umbrella employees: all complaining of headaches and black- outs. The majority of those remaining were there for unknown reasons based on their charts. None had been there for longer than a week. Making his way to the final patient, he checked the chart. "What the...? That name seems so familiar." A curtain surrounded the bed, keeping them seperated from the others. Leon pulled back the curtain, hoping that seeing their face would help him remember. The bed was empty, but it had recently been used. "Maybe... they left when they woke up? Will the others wake up too?" Closing the curtain, he decided it was time to investigate the other rooms. "I should try not to make too much noise, I don't want to wake these people. Especially if they aren't human anymore. Now, where to first?" Ten doors, leading possibly to other rooms, or unseen danger. Walking through the first door, he found a doctor's office. It was normal, for the most part. A nice desk with a leather chair behind it. Three file cabinets, most likely full of medical records. A plant in the corner: it had died. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed something shining. A second plant that was still living, and the object was partway underneath. He lifted up the plant, finding a small ring of keys. "I wonder if these go to the file cabinets or the desk?" Trying the desk first, he used one of five keys, unlocking a drawer that contained a few personal records; nothing important. Not realizing before, he noticed a second desk drawer, much bigger than the first. He tried three keys before finding the right one. Inside were a few files, and he decided to read them quietly. One stood out from the rest: "In the event of a patient complaining of headaches, black-outs, or a strange ringing in their ears, give them the drug we sent you a couple weeks ago. We must keep this contained at all costs." "Could that be how they're being controlled?" There was no signature or name at the top telling who the doctor was. A journal lay underneath, filled with personal dates: birthdays, anniversaries, dinner plans. Flipping through, one of the pages came loose, and fell on the floor. He bent down to pick it up, reading it as he sat upright again. "Nearly a dozen people started complaining of the symptoms yesterday, so I had to give them the drug. At first, they were fine, but after a few hours, it sent them into a deep sleep, almost like a coma. "Why didn't they tell me it would do this???" Now I have to monitor them 24 hours a day... If only I had the equipment to run tests on them." The back side contained even more. "I went to check on the 'special patient' today. He was doing much better, although -they- told me I am not to let him leave, even when he's fully recovered. I'm supposed to give him a heavy dose of the drug if he tries leaving, but seeing what happened to the others, I'll just give him some tranquilizers. We can't afford to have casualties in this critical stage of our research." "So they're using unknown drugs for research. I wonder if the 'special patient' is that person I know..." His thoughts trailing off, he stood up from the chair, pushing it out of the way so he could check the three file cabinets. The first wasn't locked, and it contained mostly booklets about First-Aid and CPR. On the bottom of the pile, there was a small box. "I'll check it in a minute...," he mumbled, more interested in searching the others. The second was locked, so he used one of the remaining keys, leaving two. Inside were complete medical history records of all the patients in the main room. One belonged to the person he knew, so he checked the pages inside: he was admitted twice for injuries since a week before Leon arrived. The second time he was admitted, it said he had a concussion and was unconscious on arrival. "That idiot doctor probably thought he blacked-out like the others. At least he didn't give him the drug. It says they only gave him pain killer and tranquilizers when he woke up." Nothing left in the file, he put it back and closed the drawer. The third file cabinet was locked as well, requiring the use of one of the two keys. Inside lay a handgun with plenty of bullets. Hmm... Why would a doctor need a gun like that? He left them behind and shut the drawer back, leaving it unlocked in case he would need them later. Finished exploring the room, he turned to the box he had found, hoping the final key would open it. CLICK! It unlocked easily, and inside were three larger keys, two with different pictures on them. One had a Lion. The other had a picture of a Wolf. The final key had a ring with a tag attached: "Morgue". "Great, now I have to find whatever these belong to and go into the Morgue...," he whispered, ready to search the remaining areas.
"Will I be able to figure out what is really going on here?"