Ponderings

Chapter2

Author's Note: Hey I was considering making this a one off fic but since those who reviewed asked for more I was happy to oblige (see what nice things happen when you review!) Anyhoo here is another chapter for you and if I get at least three more reviews I might even write another! Aren't I nice! BTW this fic doesn't follow along with Resident Evil Zero so no Billy (not that I don't love him gives Billy a big hug) just makes things easier for this fic. Oh yeah sorry if Wesker seemed a little out of character in the last chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own Capcom, Resident Evil or any of their characters, if I ever do I won't be greedy I shall share.

July 1998

I ran towards the door praying it would be open, ignoring the stabbing pain in my legs. As my hands wrapped round the knob I wave of stench washed over me and I felt rotting hands trying to grab at my back. I screamed and kicked the thing in its stomach trying desperately to get it away from me. Finally after three or four decent kicks to the torso the THING stumbled backwards, and to my dismay I saw another behind it. Before I gave myself time to panic, I pushed the door thanking God it was unlocked and ran in, slamming the door closed behind me.

I rested against the closed door; trying to control my breathing and trying desperately to stop the tears of fear and panic that were blurring my vision and threatening to spill.

I slumped down into a sitting position, pulled my knees up, hugged my legs, and rested my forehead on my knees. There I stayed sobbing uncontrollably for the better part of half an hour.

'I have no way of defending myself; I had no idea if any of the team had made it here, or even if they were still alive.'

That thought almost made me hysterical the thought that,

'I was alone.'

I lifted my head up and rested my chin on my knees for a few seconds let out a shuddering sigh, and stood up. I wiped the tear away from my eyes and cheeks with my middle fingers, and took a good look around.

I was in some sort of medical store room, there was a large book case on one side of the small room, on closer inspection it held various medical text books, serums, unlabelled boxes of pills, syringes, disinfectant sprays, and boxes of bandages. There was a cot, covered in a brown blanket and a white pillow, it looked like the sort you would expect to see in a military boot camp. There was a desk with an old-fashioned typewriter and other bits and bobs. Near the door there was a large trunk, inside it was filled with stacks of paper.

Ok no weapons; I would have to find something else. There came a groan from one of the things outside as it shuffled about occasionally banging against the door.

'Thankfully the bastards couldn't open the door, must be something wrong with their hands.'

I opened one of the desk draws looking for a letter opener or something she could inflict pain with, no luck. I searched the trunk, nothing. I turned towards the bookcase, and had an idea; I picked up a can of disinfectant spray shook it, there was roughly three quarters left, I pressed the trigger, a spray of white mist appeared. I released the trigger, thinking that if it caused a stinging sensation on an open wound, then it would surly have a mace effect when it came in contact with the eyes. Not a great plan but better than nothing.

I sat down on the cot, the spray ready in my hand; I was sat in a way so I could bolt towards the door quickly if I needed to. I sat for what felt like days, saying Hail Mary's and The Lord's Prayer in my mind over and over, something I had done for as long as I could remember, it kept me calm.

I sat feeling frustrated knowing I couldn't leave the room I'd be killed, but sick of sitting here; I stood up and began to pace. The fear, worry, panic, hopelessness, and helplessness was driving me insane. I was about to start crying again when I heard gunshots, in the distance, but defiantly gunshots!

'Someone was coming!'

I had stood listening for more shots for a while, there were no more, I was either imagining them, the person had gone a different way, or the shooter had been killed by one of those flesh eaters out there. None were reassuring.

The flesh eaters

'Don't use the word zombie, too weird'

Were making more noise suddenly and I could swear there was another one. A thought struck me,

'what if they could communicate with each other!'

Maybe one on its own couldn't force the door, but their combined force could manage it, or what if one could open the door.

There was movement out there. I raised the spray ready to run like the wind.

Suddenly the door flew open and a figure lurked inside. Before I realised who it was I pressed on the trigger the spray hitting dead in the eyes. The man fell back knocking the door closed as he did so; he made a choking/screaming sound, his hands flew to his face.

It was Chris Redfield, the Alpha teams marksman. The hottest S.T.A.R.S. member.

"Oh! Oh no! Im so sorry sir!"

I felt my face go red and was momentarily pleased he couldn't see me.

"Please let me help, don't rub your eyes, here come sit down"

I led him over to the cot, to look at his eyes, mentally kicking myself for been an idiot but also thankful I wasn't alone anymore. I had my knight in shining armour (well my knight in a S.T.A.R.S. uniform)

Once again I sat alone in the little storeroom. Chris had gone to look for the others. He told me to stay here to see if I could find anything 'useful';

'what he really meant was that im unarmed and therefore I would just get in his way so I have to stay here like a good girl.'

So now I sit reading files out the large trunk that is doubling as a barricade, my heart not in it, I was thinking of Chris. If I could prove to him that I was useful then maybe he would stop thinking of me as a child or a rookie.

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door,

"Rebecca, its Chris, open up"

I got to my feet and moved the trunk out of the way of the door. I opened the door as slow as I could after all I was mad at him. But the moment I saw the look on his face the anger disappeared; he looked concerned and pleased to see me, also I find it hard to stay mad at guys im attracted to, its my weakness.

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah im fine what's wrong?"

"I found a diary, it said that the virus is-"

"Airborne?"

"Yeah how'd you-"

I held up one of the files I was reading,

"Don't worry the airborne burned out a long time ago now we just have to worry if they bite you or you get their blood in a cut"

"So the virus is in their saliva and their blood?"

"Yeah, so be careful, do you have any wounds you want me to treat?"

"No im good look, come on I've found a safer room than this, you'll be safer"

"I had no idea you cared"

"Just think of me as your knight in shining armour"

He did a little mock bow and I giggled,

'it feels so nice to be around someone again.'

He opened the door and we headed out together. We walked to the end of the hallway, through a door at the end, turned left and headed down another hallway noting the various zombies with bullets holes in the heads, through the door at the end, and we went through a door on the left next to a set of double doors.

We had entered some sort of bar, there was a large baby grand piano in one corner near two bookcases and a large bar with rows of dusty glasses, tables and chairs etc. the best thing about this room was I didn't smell of death, it was definitely the nicest room I had encountered so far. Chris waited patiently whilst I looked around he had obviously inspected the room carefully before.

"Im gonna go try and find the others and you a weapon, I don't think that first aid spray will have the same effect on the zombies. Here's the key for the door lock it behind me ok?"

"Ok"

With that he tuned and left. Once again I was all alone.

I sighed and decided to look for something to do. I peered over the bar there was some bottles covered in a thin layer of dust, but im not much of a drinker and now wouldn't be a good time to start. I moved over to the bookcases one was half blocked by the other but it could be easily moved, I pressed my shoulder and upper arm against the second bookcase and pushed; it moved easy enough and revealed not a lot, except one thing which caught my eye. It was the music notes of Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata, I used to play that piece all the time for my parents, it was their favourite piece,

'I hadn't played it since their funeral over four years ago.'

I took it over to the piano, sat down and started to play, my interpretation was a little off and I messed it up on the first few attempts.

As I played I half forgot where I was, something music could always do for me was help me loose myself. As the final notes lingered I prayed someone was still alive and had heard my playing and were coming to find me.

A rumbling sound caused me to jump from my seat, knocking the piano stool over as I did so. I spun around to see a section of the wall about six feet wide rise up into the ceiling. My instincts told me to be cautious,

'but then they haven't done me much good so far tonight.'

I moved round so I could get a clear view of the new area without getting close enough to be caught in some trap. I edged forward, and decided to go in. I walked in ready to jump out if the wall was to come down again but it didn't. On one side of me was a plain plaster wall, the other a glass wall with various green plants behind it. Straight ahead was a strange statue on a pedestal, in the pedestal was a large emblem. Wait there was something strangely familiar about the emblem, I was sure I had seen it somewhere before.

That was it!

On my earlier brief exploration I had come across a dining room, and there was a large emblem above a fireplace exactly the same apart from this one was made of gold and the other was made of wood. I went down on one knee and touched the gold emblem; it felt out of place, it felt...loose? I put my hand round it and tugged it came out effortlessly. A gust of air hit my back as the wall panel fell back into place and I was trapped.

"NO!"

I quickly jammed the emblem back into place and thankfully the wall rose again. My immediate feeling of relief was suddenly squashed by a thought.

'Why would someone go through all this trouble to hide this emblem and not the other? Then I had an idea; if this emblem came loose would the other?'

I decided to go find out. So what if Chris had told me to stay here I would leave the door unlocked for him and besides it was time for me to prove my self!

Author's Note 2: Should i write more? Review n tell me!