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 13: Back To The Morgue
His shoulder bleeding, he aimed with his right arm. The villager had tricked him into thinking it was dead when it lay on the table. "It's throat was slashed, but it's spine and brain still intact... That's how it came back!" Not worried about infection at this point, he pulled the trigger four times, it's skull exploding on the final shot. He noticed a key fell out of it's pocket when the body hit the ground. Reloading and putting away the gun, he walked up to the villager, grabbing the key off the floor. Exiting the room, he went to the supply closet to borrow a few bandages. After using a green herb, he bandaged the small wound, and continued on. "Good thing it didn't bite too deep." Next to the Morgue, he decided to go inside this time, wondering what dangers lay beyond, not caring what he found. "I'm tired of wasting time, I need to know now," the door clicking as he inserted the key and turned the knob. He entered, seeing two tables and ten places where they could keep bodies. Quickly realizing there was no chart, he knew he would have to check each one. Body bags lay on the tables, zipped shut completely. He walked up to the first table, unzipping it slowly. A girl with dark hair was inside, dead from decapitation. They had sewn her head back on, and he quickly zipped it back shut. "Not Sherry..." He moved to the other table, unzipping the body bag there. Inside was a middle-aged man, possibly the girl's father. "Could they have come here before me...?" He checked the charts, and realized the man's name was Harry. They had died in a car accident while on vacation. "Maybe one of the other cars under the bridge belonged to them." Zipping it shut, he walked to the rows of containers, opening each door. Five were empty and two of them had bodies of more people passing through. One man, named James, died from an apparent suicide. His wife lay next to him in another container. "I wonder how they wound up here..." The other three were people from the village, all dying in strange accidents. As he was closing the last container, he found a note that had fallen out of an empty one. "Find the key and let me out!" He still had three keys to use, and he still had five rooms left to search. Checking the key he found in the Autopsy Room, he noticed something one one side: ML #42. "What could the ML stand for...?" Looking around, he noticed a row of lockers on the other side of the room. Barely even large enough for supplies, he scanned them quickly until one caught his eye: #42. "Hey, maybe I can use that key...," he said, pulling it out of his pocket. Inserting it into the lock, it turned easily, opening the door. A small box was inside, and he opened it. Inside were two syringes and two vials of a strange liquid, with a note. Only a few lines of the note were legible, but he tried his best to make out what it said: "If you come into contact with the A-V, inject yourself with one of these, but ONLY if you're entirely sure. There's only enough for me and you to take one dose each. It will..." He decided to save it, not sure what else the message said, because the rest of the ink was blurred beyond recognition. Checking the other lockers, only a few were unlocked. Nothing inside, so he decided to go check the remaining rooms. The sixth room was unlocked, and he entered. Another office for him to explore. "This one may have some information, or more keys, so I guess I should check it now." No file cabinets, but plenty of bookshelves containing books on many subjects: Blood Tests, Surgery, Medicine, and one that stood out from the rest. He pulled it from the shelf after noticing it didn't have a title like the others. Flipping the book open, it was hollow, and there was a picture inside showing a secret passage behind that particular bookcase. Putting the book back and keeping the picture, he examined it for a moment until he realized how to open it: a book on the top shelf titled "Passageway for the DNA" was pulled out. Leon put the picture away and looked for the book. When he found it, he pulled, feeling a click as it stopped. The bookcase slid over, revealing a door. He reached for the knob, turning it and opening the door. Behind the door was a dark room, and he couldn't see what lay beyond the doorway. He lit a match and held it in front of him. A long pathway leading through the walls. He decided to enter, noting a switch a few feet away from the doorway inside, most likely used to open the pathway if someone is stuck. Following the path, he came to a dead end, no way to proceed. On the right, there was a skeleton pointing to the left side of the passageway. To his left, he noticed a sign, written in what appeared to be blood: DEAD END. "I figured that out already..." He turned back, hoping the detour hadn't wasted too much time. The long match stick was burning low, and it burned the tips of his fingers slightly, causing him to drop it on the ground. He was about to stomp on it, putting it out, when he noticed something shining in the skeleton's other hand. Bending down to examine the hand, he realized it was a bottle with a message inside. Smashing the bottle, he took the message, and read it aloud. "To enter the tower and ring the bell, find the Eagle. It's wings will guide you." "Does this mean I need some type of Eagle item or key?" He left the passageway and closed it off, ready to leave the room and explore some more. Standing beside the seventh door, he began to wonder:
"Can I really find them in here -- Sherry and the "special patient" who I may know?"
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 13: Back To The Morgue
His shoulder bleeding, he aimed with his right arm. The villager had tricked him into thinking it was dead when it lay on the table. "It's throat was slashed, but it's spine and brain still intact... That's how it came back!" Not worried about infection at this point, he pulled the trigger four times, it's skull exploding on the final shot. He noticed a key fell out of it's pocket when the body hit the ground. Reloading and putting away the gun, he walked up to the villager, grabbing the key off the floor. Exiting the room, he went to the supply closet to borrow a few bandages. After using a green herb, he bandaged the small wound, and continued on. "Good thing it didn't bite too deep." Next to the Morgue, he decided to go inside this time, wondering what dangers lay beyond, not caring what he found. "I'm tired of wasting time, I need to know now," the door clicking as he inserted the key and turned the knob. He entered, seeing two tables and ten places where they could keep bodies. Quickly realizing there was no chart, he knew he would have to check each one. Body bags lay on the tables, zipped shut completely. He walked up to the first table, unzipping it slowly. A girl with dark hair was inside, dead from decapitation. They had sewn her head back on, and he quickly zipped it back shut. "Not Sherry..." He moved to the other table, unzipping the body bag there. Inside was a middle-aged man, possibly the girl's father. "Could they have come here before me...?" He checked the charts, and realized the man's name was Harry. They had died in a car accident while on vacation. "Maybe one of the other cars under the bridge belonged to them." Zipping it shut, he walked to the rows of containers, opening each door. Five were empty and two of them had bodies of more people passing through. One man, named James, died from an apparent suicide. His wife lay next to him in another container. "I wonder how they wound up here..." The other three were people from the village, all dying in strange accidents. As he was closing the last container, he found a note that had fallen out of an empty one. "Find the key and let me out!" He still had three keys to use, and he still had five rooms left to search. Checking the key he found in the Autopsy Room, he noticed something one one side: ML #42. "What could the ML stand for...?" Looking around, he noticed a row of lockers on the other side of the room. Barely even large enough for supplies, he scanned them quickly until one caught his eye: #42. "Hey, maybe I can use that key...," he said, pulling it out of his pocket. Inserting it into the lock, it turned easily, opening the door. A small box was inside, and he opened it. Inside were two syringes and two vials of a strange liquid, with a note. Only a few lines of the note were legible, but he tried his best to make out what it said: "If you come into contact with the A-V, inject yourself with one of these, but ONLY if you're entirely sure. There's only enough for me and you to take one dose each. It will..." He decided to save it, not sure what else the message said, because the rest of the ink was blurred beyond recognition. Checking the other lockers, only a few were unlocked. Nothing inside, so he decided to go check the remaining rooms. The sixth room was unlocked, and he entered. Another office for him to explore. "This one may have some information, or more keys, so I guess I should check it now." No file cabinets, but plenty of bookshelves containing books on many subjects: Blood Tests, Surgery, Medicine, and one that stood out from the rest. He pulled it from the shelf after noticing it didn't have a title like the others. Flipping the book open, it was hollow, and there was a picture inside showing a secret passage behind that particular bookcase. Putting the book back and keeping the picture, he examined it for a moment until he realized how to open it: a book on the top shelf titled "Passageway for the DNA" was pulled out. Leon put the picture away and looked for the book. When he found it, he pulled, feeling a click as it stopped. The bookcase slid over, revealing a door. He reached for the knob, turning it and opening the door. Behind the door was a dark room, and he couldn't see what lay beyond the doorway. He lit a match and held it in front of him. A long pathway leading through the walls. He decided to enter, noting a switch a few feet away from the doorway inside, most likely used to open the pathway if someone is stuck. Following the path, he came to a dead end, no way to proceed. On the right, there was a skeleton pointing to the left side of the passageway. To his left, he noticed a sign, written in what appeared to be blood: DEAD END. "I figured that out already..." He turned back, hoping the detour hadn't wasted too much time. The long match stick was burning low, and it burned the tips of his fingers slightly, causing him to drop it on the ground. He was about to stomp on it, putting it out, when he noticed something shining in the skeleton's other hand. Bending down to examine the hand, he realized it was a bottle with a message inside. Smashing the bottle, he took the message, and read it aloud. "To enter the tower and ring the bell, find the Eagle. It's wings will guide you." "Does this mean I need some type of Eagle item or key?" He left the passageway and closed it off, ready to leave the room and explore some more. Standing beside the seventh door, he began to wonder:
"Can I really find them in here -- Sherry and the "special patient" who I may know?"