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, © 04/20/2004, © 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 16: Room Full Of Monitors
He awoke with a gun in his hand, noting the safety was still on. "How did I wind up here...? The last thing I remember was being in a room full of monitors... then there was that ringing in my ears." Laying in a hospital bed, he sat up to get a good look around. "Ahh, my head!," he muttered, putting the gun down beside him. A throbbing pain shot through the top of his skull. He was wearing a black t-shirt with black jeans and dark brown boots. Carefully climbing out of the bed, he decided to look around, disturbed by the lack of other patients in the room. A chart was at the end of the bed, and a hospital bracelet was around his wrist, but it was blank. Wondering what had happened, he decided to look at the chart. "This name... it sounds familiar... could it be me?" He read all the information to himself, unsure whether it was him or someone else who had been there before. "Name: Xander [Xan] Meadows / Age: Unknown [20, Born: April 19th, 1984] / Sex: Male / Height: Unknown [~ 5'9"] / Weight: Unknown [Unknown] / Hair: Brown / Eyes: Blue / Injuries: Bruised Rib, Concussion Leading To Possible Memory Loss." His head hurt worse, and he fell to his knees in pain. "Damn it, what's happening to my head... I need to find some medicine..." Barely able to support his own weight, he set the chart down and tried to make it to the medicine cabinet on the other side of the room. Reaching the handle, he opened it, and tried to focus on the labels. He recognized one as a mild pain killer, and opened the bottle: enough to last him a week. Pouring out two, the recommended dosage, he swallowed them. Sitting down on the floor, he leaned up against the wall next to the cabinet, waiting for the pain to stop. A few moments later, his head felt like normal, and he started to remember. His name was Xan Meadows. He had been admitted to the hospital a week earlier, and was supposed to be released after that. Unsure how much time had passed, he woke up twice, regaining consciousness only briefly before hearing a strange ringing, and going back to sleep. The bottle of pills still in his hand, he read more of the label. "For the relief of mild headaches, muscle pain, and, in some cases, ringing in the ears." "Hmm... maybe I won't lose consciousness again," he said aloud, unsure whether he was alone in the hospital room or not. Another flash of memory came into his head. The doctor had been talking on the phone, saying he didn't want to give a "special patient" the 'A-V' in case the effects were more than he could handle. "Could I be that 'special patient?" Walking back to the bed, he took the gun, and decided to find the room with all the monitors. To his right was a door, but when he checked the knob, it was locked, a picture of an Eagle. "Hmm... What's that Eagle for?" Leaving the main room, he found a hallway full of doors, making the total eleven. Going up to the first door, he noticed it was unlocked. There was a desk and a few overturned file cabinets. He decided to check each of the drawers, hoping to find something useful. Inside one of the cabinets were plenty of bullets and a case where a second gun had been, empty. "Could this be where my gun came from?" Looking through the desk drawers, he found a few files, and read them: they were the same ones Leon had read through earlier. "I hope they didn't use the 'drug' on me..." he said, wondering if there were any files elsewhere with information about him. Putting the files back where he found them, he left the doctor's office. Moving along, he stood outside the second door, and heard a sound from behind him.
"Could someone else be in the hospital?"
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, © 04/20/2004, © 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 16: Room Full Of Monitors
He awoke with a gun in his hand, noting the safety was still on. "How did I wind up here...? The last thing I remember was being in a room full of monitors... then there was that ringing in my ears." Laying in a hospital bed, he sat up to get a good look around. "Ahh, my head!," he muttered, putting the gun down beside him. A throbbing pain shot through the top of his skull. He was wearing a black t-shirt with black jeans and dark brown boots. Carefully climbing out of the bed, he decided to look around, disturbed by the lack of other patients in the room. A chart was at the end of the bed, and a hospital bracelet was around his wrist, but it was blank. Wondering what had happened, he decided to look at the chart. "This name... it sounds familiar... could it be me?" He read all the information to himself, unsure whether it was him or someone else who had been there before. "Name: Xander [Xan] Meadows / Age: Unknown [20, Born: April 19th, 1984] / Sex: Male / Height: Unknown [~ 5'9"] / Weight: Unknown [Unknown] / Hair: Brown / Eyes: Blue / Injuries: Bruised Rib, Concussion Leading To Possible Memory Loss." His head hurt worse, and he fell to his knees in pain. "Damn it, what's happening to my head... I need to find some medicine..." Barely able to support his own weight, he set the chart down and tried to make it to the medicine cabinet on the other side of the room. Reaching the handle, he opened it, and tried to focus on the labels. He recognized one as a mild pain killer, and opened the bottle: enough to last him a week. Pouring out two, the recommended dosage, he swallowed them. Sitting down on the floor, he leaned up against the wall next to the cabinet, waiting for the pain to stop. A few moments later, his head felt like normal, and he started to remember. His name was Xan Meadows. He had been admitted to the hospital a week earlier, and was supposed to be released after that. Unsure how much time had passed, he woke up twice, regaining consciousness only briefly before hearing a strange ringing, and going back to sleep. The bottle of pills still in his hand, he read more of the label. "For the relief of mild headaches, muscle pain, and, in some cases, ringing in the ears." "Hmm... maybe I won't lose consciousness again," he said aloud, unsure whether he was alone in the hospital room or not. Another flash of memory came into his head. The doctor had been talking on the phone, saying he didn't want to give a "special patient" the 'A-V' in case the effects were more than he could handle. "Could I be that 'special patient?" Walking back to the bed, he took the gun, and decided to find the room with all the monitors. To his right was a door, but when he checked the knob, it was locked, a picture of an Eagle. "Hmm... What's that Eagle for?" Leaving the main room, he found a hallway full of doors, making the total eleven. Going up to the first door, he noticed it was unlocked. There was a desk and a few overturned file cabinets. He decided to check each of the drawers, hoping to find something useful. Inside one of the cabinets were plenty of bullets and a case where a second gun had been, empty. "Could this be where my gun came from?" Looking through the desk drawers, he found a few files, and read them: they were the same ones Leon had read through earlier. "I hope they didn't use the 'drug' on me..." he said, wondering if there were any files elsewhere with information about him. Putting the files back where he found them, he left the doctor's office. Moving along, he stood outside the second door, and heard a sound from behind him.
"Could someone else be in the hospital?"