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 19: Nowhere To Hide
The first room he came to was large, like the main room upstairs. He found the light switch easily, and flipped it, filling the room with light. After searching for awhile, he found a working lighter. "A flashlight would be better, but I guess this'll work if the lights won't," he said to himself, moving on to the first of the seven doors. His gun drawn, he opened the door. Inside, a crazed villager waited, jumping out at him, trying to grab his throat. Ramming it with his shoulder, he knocked it back, sending it to the floor for a moment. When it stood back up, he was aiming, not able to see entirely as the room was mostly dark, even with the light from the hall. Seconds later, it stood in front of him again, and he fired, sending brain and skull fragments flying. Turning the safety back on, he put the gun away and took out the lighter, wanting to search the room. It was once a nursery. Nothing important in there, he moved on to the next door. Using the lighter he looked inside, finding a janitor's office. A file cabinet was in the corner, one of the drawers partially open. Checking for himself, he found two boxes of bullets and left. The third door said "Authorized Personnel Only", but there was no lock: it had been destroyed somehow. He went inside, finding a nice couch and table, which he sat on for a moment, trying to sort out his thoughts. The vending machines on the other side of the room had been turned over and broken. Moving along, the next room was the records office. One of the file cabinets had been moved, and some files were missing. He decided to search for anything about himself, but found nothing. "Shouldn't my records be in here? Maybe somebody moved them..." Looking through some of the other files, he found one about the doctor. Another journal was inside. He sat down and read it for awhile. "I'm starting to show symptoms of the 'A-V' myself, but I can't find the key to my locker!! I had it when I examined the patients earlier, but it could take days to figure out which one stole it from me. I won't last too long, so I guess... this is my last journal. Nobody will ever find it here in my records." "What is this 'A-V' I keep hearing about?," he wondered, noticing a page had fallen out of the back of the journal. Picking it up, he read it, realizing it was about him. A note at the bottom of the admittance papers read: "I gave the 'special patient' some pain killers that will take care of headaches and ringing in the ears, but not the drug. I'd never use the drug on him. I can't take the risk of him being changed like the others. I'm not even sure if he could handle the injection. He's the only one who knows the truth, and I'd rather die than let my bosses cover this up completely!!" "So the pills weren't the drug," he said relieved. "Wait... could the drug be this 'A- V', and could that be what is making the villagers crazy?" He stopped after making the connection, and realized he had more rooms to search. The next door read "Therapy" on the label. "I really doubt that's the monitor room, so I'll check it later." Going past that room, he stood in front of another door. He opened it, and couldn't see a thing inside. Using the lighter, he found that it was another examination room. An examination table on one side of the room, cabinets lined the other. "Probably only supplies in there, but I guess it's worth checking." Finishing his search of the cabinets he found a Silver Knife, and another box of handgun bullets. Leaving, he realized there was only one new door left. Standing at the door, he reached for the knob, unsure if he was prepared for what was on the other side.
Could the truth be on the other side?
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 19: Nowhere To Hide
The first room he came to was large, like the main room upstairs. He found the light switch easily, and flipped it, filling the room with light. After searching for awhile, he found a working lighter. "A flashlight would be better, but I guess this'll work if the lights won't," he said to himself, moving on to the first of the seven doors. His gun drawn, he opened the door. Inside, a crazed villager waited, jumping out at him, trying to grab his throat. Ramming it with his shoulder, he knocked it back, sending it to the floor for a moment. When it stood back up, he was aiming, not able to see entirely as the room was mostly dark, even with the light from the hall. Seconds later, it stood in front of him again, and he fired, sending brain and skull fragments flying. Turning the safety back on, he put the gun away and took out the lighter, wanting to search the room. It was once a nursery. Nothing important in there, he moved on to the next door. Using the lighter he looked inside, finding a janitor's office. A file cabinet was in the corner, one of the drawers partially open. Checking for himself, he found two boxes of bullets and left. The third door said "Authorized Personnel Only", but there was no lock: it had been destroyed somehow. He went inside, finding a nice couch and table, which he sat on for a moment, trying to sort out his thoughts. The vending machines on the other side of the room had been turned over and broken. Moving along, the next room was the records office. One of the file cabinets had been moved, and some files were missing. He decided to search for anything about himself, but found nothing. "Shouldn't my records be in here? Maybe somebody moved them..." Looking through some of the other files, he found one about the doctor. Another journal was inside. He sat down and read it for awhile. "I'm starting to show symptoms of the 'A-V' myself, but I can't find the key to my locker!! I had it when I examined the patients earlier, but it could take days to figure out which one stole it from me. I won't last too long, so I guess... this is my last journal. Nobody will ever find it here in my records." "What is this 'A-V' I keep hearing about?," he wondered, noticing a page had fallen out of the back of the journal. Picking it up, he read it, realizing it was about him. A note at the bottom of the admittance papers read: "I gave the 'special patient' some pain killers that will take care of headaches and ringing in the ears, but not the drug. I'd never use the drug on him. I can't take the risk of him being changed like the others. I'm not even sure if he could handle the injection. He's the only one who knows the truth, and I'd rather die than let my bosses cover this up completely!!" "So the pills weren't the drug," he said relieved. "Wait... could the drug be this 'A- V', and could that be what is making the villagers crazy?" He stopped after making the connection, and realized he had more rooms to search. The next door read "Therapy" on the label. "I really doubt that's the monitor room, so I'll check it later." Going past that room, he stood in front of another door. He opened it, and couldn't see a thing inside. Using the lighter, he found that it was another examination room. An examination table on one side of the room, cabinets lined the other. "Probably only supplies in there, but I guess it's worth checking." Finishing his search of the cabinets he found a Silver Knife, and another box of handgun bullets. Leaving, he realized there was only one new door left. Standing at the door, he reached for the knob, unsure if he was prepared for what was on the other side.
Could the truth be on the other side?