Chapter 8
Wesker sat in an office. It was the office of Ozwell Spencer, whom is the one that owned the estate. He was thinking about his second mission. The Umbrella incorporation, in which he had worked for over twenty years, had told him to collect data on the test subjects they were secretly experimenting on in the laboratory underneath the mansion. He was told to lure the S.T.A.R.S. into the estate because of their high skill.
"They're really starting to piss me off," he thought. But, the money was too great for him to give up.
He continued to think.
"I can't do this alone. I 'm gonna have to have a partner in on this." At first, he thought of Chris.
"No, I have nothing to hold against him. I need someone to take away from."
He thought harder, carefully examining the thoughts of the rest of his team, and then the light bulb flickered on in his head.
"Barry!"
"Yes, of course," he said to himself. "Barry would be a perfect Judas to this plan."
He smiled as he looked out one of the windows. He turned around and picked up a "stone and metal" object.
"Part of one of Spencer's stupid puzzles," he said to himself.
He opened the door, checked to if it was clear, and walked out through the hallway.
Barry was investigating the dining room. There was a table that stretched out at least thirty feet across the room. At the other end was a fire place that was lit for some strange reason. He had noticed that there was a puddle of blood near it.
"Maybe Chris used his Zippo and lit the fire to get a good look it," he said to himself. "This must be Kenneth's, but where is he?"
He saw a door to his right. He went over to it, got his gun ready, and opened it. He stuck his head out into a hallway that went to the right and to the left. His decision was to go left first.
When he got to the end of the hallway, he turned the corner and jumped back a little.
There, lying in front of him was the corpse of Kenneth Sullivan. A puddle of blood was on the ground near to his neck. To the left of him, was the zombie that had killed him, but there was something weird about it. Its skin was blood-shot red and it had claws that replaced its fingernails.
Barry went over to Kenneth and knelt beside him, investigating the murder. He failed to notice the zombie's eyes open. It got up quick and growled. There was smoke coming from its mouth as if it was burned. It began to run after Barry.
Barry got up and ran away from it. It chased him down the opposite side of the hall at a fast pace. Barry got to the other end and turned the corner to the left. There was a staircase that led down to a single door. He ran down the stairs and opened the door. As the zombie came down, he stood in the doorway and aimed his magnum at it. As it got closer, he shot it and its head exploded.
Barry lowered his weapon, went into what he found out was a kitchen, and locked the door. There was a person sitting at the table, looking at him. It was Wesker.
"Barry, nice of you to drop by," Wesker said with a smirk.
Chris found himself in a courtyard of the mansion. He went down a few stairs before seeing another zombie. As it staggered toward him, he used Barry's Custom Beretta, because he had lost his in the runaway from the dogs. He shot it three times before it fell to knees and hit the ground. Barry had also given him all the spare magazines he had for the gun.
He walked past it and headed for a structure in not far away. It had cupid holding his bow and arrow engraved on the rock. Below it was an opening with a long staircase that led down to a weird grave. He looked up and there was a casket hanging by four chains from the ceiling.
"Strange," he said to himself.
He pointed the Beretta at each chain and shot them off. The casket fell and hit the ground hard, its cover fall off on impact. Chris walked over to it and saw a zombie with claws like the one Barry had seen. A gate slid down over the entry way to the grave.
"Oh no," Chris said.
He ran to the gate and shook it a few times, not noticing that the zombie had resurrected until it gave out a growl. Chris turned to see it staggering toward him slowly. When he shot it, it began to move faster.
He got five shots off and his gun clicked, empty. He slid in another magazine and ducked as the one of the zombie's claws tried to take his head off. He rose back up and jammed the barrel into the zombie's forehead, then pulled the trigger. The zombie fell backwards and hit the ground, no longer moving.
He walked back over to the casket and hit the button inside of it. The gate slid back open and he returned to the mansion.