Chapter 1 – CJ Resident Evil: Code Blue
C.J. Barraster was awoken to the sound of his cell phone going off. Being part of the International Rescue And Disaster Control, known by most as the IRADC, pronounced i-rad-ec, meant that C.J. was always available. He was at home now. His last assignment had been a month ago and he was on vacation. For him, vacation meant time at his home with his newly wed wife. She had taken a risk marrying someone whose job required them to be away for weeks at a time and meant that they may never return home again. But, C.J. was good. Very good in fact, and it was because of that that he was the team captain for the First Drop Fire Squad, also known as the Drop-And-Spray (DAS) squad. These were the guys that went into the most dangerous of disasters and helped to contain flames and put them out.
He had encountered over fifteen major disasters all over the world in his nearly twenty year career. He had trained as a fireman, but eventually, he got pulled for his decorated jacket and was sent to specialized training to be dropped into structures that were on fire. The IRADC was called in only when the situation needed the best of control or had to rescue several hundreds of people as soon as possible. They were involved in the exodus of people from an oil drill that had been struck with an earthquake and was falling apart, a drop of 112 expert firemen into a massive forest fire in Europe that was headed for a resource plant that would have crumbled part of the European economy had it been touched, and a massive flooding in China that would have killed several members of royalty from some country. Thousands were saved from the flood. The IRADC was often ridiculed for what seemed like a squandering of money, but they were effective and saved thousands of lives every year.
C.J.'s last job had been just after his honeymoon. He was sent into Germany to fight a flame that was going to destroy hundreds of acres that were needed for lumber. Though it wasn't the biggest request, it was one of the many minor cases that the IRADC took to keep the work going as well as keeping their name good and continually proving their value to the world. C.J. had been caught up in the middle of a circle of flames almost immediately after he had been dropped. The boys in charge of data analysis and info gathering had underestimated the spreading of the flames and the weather kicked up, causing the flames to spread faster than analyzed. It was the closest C.J. had ever been to death. The memory of that day still stayed with him, but his actions after being dropped into that situation earned him another medal and some time off. That time off he had earned was now over.
C.J. woke up groggily and picked up the phone. He rubbed his eyes some and then flipped it open, answering it with a very exhausted-seeming hello.
"C.J., get yer things together. We've got a job that we need you for. The drop-and-spray squad is going back to work." The voice on the other line said casually.
"Ugh...what's the situation?"
"We're debriefing in two hours. A car is coming to pick you up. Be ready in an hour. You'll find out what's going on when ya get here. We'll see ya then."
C.J. hung up the phone sleepily then lay back down in the bed for a moment. His new wife, Celcia, looked at him with concern. He looked back at her, not happy he wasn't going to be able to wake up at a decent hour. He then looked to the clock. It was only two in the morning. Celcia just looked at him, still trying to recover from being woken up.
"I've been called in. They said they have a job they need me for."
Celcia managed to open her mouth to reply.
"They need you now? So early in the morning?"
"It's probably an emergency. They wouldn't call this early if wasn't."
Celcia just mumbled some and lay there looking at him with her wide, brown eyes. C.J. leaned in, his wide shoulders and large, muscular arms bracing gently against the bed and he gave her a small kiss and smile.
"It'll be alright. We'll go put mother nature to rest and I will be back in no time."
She just lay there still looking at him as he got up and got dressed. He put on his clothes, and then put on the gear that he was issued to keep with him at his place of residence. He clipped on his cell and put all his necessary materials in his pockets. He sighed some, coming back into his room after having finished washing up in the bathroom. He looked to his wife who was already asleep again and then turned around and headed out of his house, where the car was already waiting for him. A man dressed in similar gear as C.J. was there waiting.
"Yo, C.J., yer late. You know we're in a hurry right." He said sarcastically.
"Hey, Paul, if you were married to her, you wouldn't wanna leave either." C.J. replied, laughing a bit as well.
"Yeah, yeah, just get in. There's a plane waiting for us. We're going to get right into the briefing once we get to Europe."
C.J. looked to him in disbelief.
"Europe? What the hell we going to Europe for?"
"They didn't tell you? Well, that's where the situation is. It's on an island off of Italy. Didn't they tell you anything?"
"Do they ever?"
"Guess that's true enough." Paul said, laughing a bit as they both buckled up and drove off.
....................................................................................................
C.J. tapped his fingers some on the table in the briefing room. He had woken up with some coffee before, but it wasn't the caffeine that had woken him up, it was the nasty taste of the copper coffee that stuck to his tongue. The chief came into the room, smiling a bit. Chief Baker was a laid back guy and a bit of a joker, and found it rather amusing that they had to do this so early in the morning. He was always awake, and his grayish-black hair and bright eyes showed that he didn't sleep much, nor did he want to sleep, even at his age. He walked to head of the table, throwing a stack of papers down. Looking around, all the members of the DAS squad could be seen.
Martin Florice was the equipment chief. He was a lighthearted guy as well, but when it came to anything technical, he was deadly serious. Alys Halter was the only female on the squad, and one of the few females ever to be offered a job with IRADC. She was tough as nails, but her peaceful philosophy was what got her interested in firefighting in the first place. Paris Marcus was the second in command and was as good almost as good a leader as C.J., but he was a bit timid, and when it came to immediate danger, he wasn't always willing to put himself on the line. The final two were both what were called the meat of the squad. Hal Crimson and Blake Newsford were the typical firefighters of the group. Though both were good at their job, they followed their leader and followed the guidelines strictly, which often led to unnoticeable achievements.
The lights in the room came down and a slideshow came up. The first image was an image of Umbrellas symbol, the famous red and black badge that looked a bit like a shield.
"As you al know, Umbrella was disbanded a couple years ago by the Anti- Umbrella Corp. after the discovery of their illegal activities." Baker began to say.
"Well, the AUC continued to believe that Umbrella had gone underground and were continuing their activities."
The slide changed to a map of Europe, but was specifically focused on a rather big island off the coast of Italy. Under it was the name Duevero Areidos, and a star that covered most of the island had the name Olympus under it as well.
"That brings us to our current situation. On the island of Duevero Areidos, the capital city of Olympus was being investigated for housing a possible Umbrella laboratory. An AUC squad was immediately dropped on the island to try and uncover the possibility of an Umbrella lab on the island."
The slide changed once again to a massive city that resembled Honolulu in Hawaii. Within the photo were circled hot spots. Some were outlined in blue, some in red, some in yellow, and some in green.
"The squad was sent in thirteen hours ago and they began immediately to investigate, hitting these red hot spots which could possibly contain valuable info. They reported in every fifteen minutes with their progress, as well as making it known they were still in contact with their headquarters. The report, unless major, was simply signaled with a small beeping sound that was able to let their headquarters know which soldier was reporting in without them having to give their position away in case of enemy contact."
"The squad's last contact with their headquarters happened two hours ago. They reported that a massive earthquake had hit the island and that the city was badly damaged and was falling apart. Fires had broken out in nearly every direction, and a flood was reported in the southern end of the island. Then, all contact ceased. We were immediately dispatched by the Italian government in combination with the AUC. They have requested that we immediately dispatch an S and R (search and rescue) to find survivors and do some disaster control."
"The fires are the biggest disasters hitting the island right now, and they are quickly spreading. The earthquakes continue to hit the island, causing the fires to create more damage. We are enlisting three different departments to help with the disaster relief. The DAS will be dropped in the middle of the city and work outward fighting the fire. Surveillance reports tell us that there are certain open spots available for drop, and it is the largest one reported that you will be dropped in. Hitting each of the hot spots, you'll have to find as many survivors as possible. Bring them to midst of the hot spots and light one of the eighteen hour flares. A Crane will be coming to pick them up."
"You'll be in communication with both these European headquarters and the AUC headquarters. Once you land in the hot zones, you'll be on your own for a while until you are able to quell a great majority of the flames. We expect that it will be one of your more difficult missions, but with you're track record; you should be able to lend a great hand. Anyway that's the report. There is a Crane waiting for you. Gather your equipment and move out."
The chief signaled them as being relieved and they began to stand. As they did, the chief looked to each one in a more caring manner.
"Oh...and squad....good luck."
With that they all exited. Paris gave C.J. a look of discontent. C.J. knew the look and threw up a hand.
"Don't say it Paris...don't you say it."
They gathered their things, and then headed for the chopper.
....................................................................................................
The Crane flew to the island as fast as possible, but you didn't need to be close to see the flames reaching high into the sky. Everything in the city seemed to be destroyed, even at a distance. Smoke billowed high into the atmosphere giving off the effect of a volcano erupting. The chopper flew lower to avoid most of the smoke and came nearer to the first hot zone. The earthquake had toppled the buildings that littered the city, and there were a number of everyday objects that had now been crushed by the toppled structures. The city was now a burning society graveyard. It was the kind of nightmarish thing that the IRADC feared, a multiple-disaster 'society crusher'. A society crusher was the kind of force that mother nature used to destroy mankind. There was no cure, no weapon, not a thing that could be used to prevent this sort of disaster. One could only hope that it could be fought and that survivors could be rescued before it was too late.
The chopper hovered over the hot zone and a red light went on in the passenger zone to let C.J. and his team know they could drop in. They all turned on the machine that sent the water flowing from their portable tanks to their hoses. It was called 'water', but it was a formula so cold that it nearly crystallized flames, extinguishing near instantly. Their packs all beamed with power as C.J. opened the hatch to jump out of the Crane.
"Alright. We hit the ground, stay low. Watch for any loose rubble and stabilize before hitting the flames. Save your water and don't over extend. Leave the mask on till we're in a smoke free area. Oxygen should be at a balanced level right now, but if you need more, remember to use it as sparingly as possible." C.J. yelled over the sound of the city destroying itself.
"Masks on."
They all put their masks on and Paris gave the signal for them to lock into the drop ropes and hit the ground. Once on the ground, they all hung low and began to hit the flames with the water. They began moving toward a more open area, but they were still surrounded by tall structures and they needed to move to an area where they could avoid being crushed or hit by debris. They moved covering every angle, each member with their hoses fully open. Even though they were catching many flames, they could not keep up with them all, and they began to see several pieces of debris began to fall and come loose.
"Keep away from the sides. We got some loose bits coming down now." Martin warned as they continued to move forward.
Eventually they made their way to an area where they could spot a smaller area with tinier buildings. C.J. pointed in that direction and gave the signal to moves towards it, while telling the crew to keep their eyes peeled for survivors. They created a stream of smoke as they made their way towards the shopping area. Coming around a corner, they looked off in the distance to see a large tank, what looked like a water tank, being cradled by two building which had crumbled and fallen into each other. It was all but ignored as the group continued to move, but it was Alys that noticed that there was a pipe running right under them.
When Alys realized what pipe they were walking on, she immediately encouraged her fellow firefighters to speed up the pace, but they weren't paying much attention. She ran a bit ahead and C.J. followed, trusting her intuition. Then, a large sound could be heard coming from the cradled tank. The sound creaked and then, the group watched as the cradle snapped, causing the tank to plummet to the ground. What could not be seen were the snapped bars of a building that had crumbled. The bars provided the final resting place of the tank. As it hit the bars, it punctured and instantly exploded. This created a chain reaction, as the boom from the tank was followed by the boom of the pipes under the street exploding. The trail went from the area where the tank was and continue down to where DAS was. Seeing this, they ran for a safe area to get away from the explosions.
They all pushed it as they saw debris flying through the air. As they headed for an open shop, Hal tripped over a piece of debris landing right on top of the pipe. The explosion was nearly catching up with them, and the hood of a car was sent flying onto Hal. He was still alive, but his leg was trapped underneath the debris. Blake ran to him to try and get him out, but it was no use. The explosion caught up with them, and Blake was pulled away from it by Paris just in time to miss being torn to pieces. Unfortunately, Hal took in a direct hit and was thrown into the air before his body separated into several pieces which were thrown in every direction. His tank exploded when hit immediately and it sent water flying all over the place. What ever was left of Hal was burned in the flames that it landed in once he was thrown.
The rest of the crew didn't take time to look on in horror, but instead flew into the building. All of them had nearly made it in, when Paris stopped just before walking in. He turned around briefly only to be met by a flying car which had been tossed in the air by the explosion. The car threw him into the wall right next to the door, crushing him instantly. The only body part that could be seen through the doorway was his arm, which stuck out lifeless, the blood of his crushed body running down it into a drip on the floor. As soon as the car slammed into the shop, there was complete darkness. The crew turned on their flashlights and looked around. Before trying to get out of their current situation, they took some time to mourn their lost friends and marvel in the horror of the situation that had just befallen them. They didn't know what scared them most now. The fact that they were currently trapped in the shop, or that they may never return from the island.
As they sat there thinking about their situation, C.J. pulled out a small photo from his pocket. It was his wife. He thought about going home now. He knew that it was going to be long struggle to make it out of this alive, but he wondered if he would ever be able to see his beautiful wife again.
C.J. Barraster was awoken to the sound of his cell phone going off. Being part of the International Rescue And Disaster Control, known by most as the IRADC, pronounced i-rad-ec, meant that C.J. was always available. He was at home now. His last assignment had been a month ago and he was on vacation. For him, vacation meant time at his home with his newly wed wife. She had taken a risk marrying someone whose job required them to be away for weeks at a time and meant that they may never return home again. But, C.J. was good. Very good in fact, and it was because of that that he was the team captain for the First Drop Fire Squad, also known as the Drop-And-Spray (DAS) squad. These were the guys that went into the most dangerous of disasters and helped to contain flames and put them out.
He had encountered over fifteen major disasters all over the world in his nearly twenty year career. He had trained as a fireman, but eventually, he got pulled for his decorated jacket and was sent to specialized training to be dropped into structures that were on fire. The IRADC was called in only when the situation needed the best of control or had to rescue several hundreds of people as soon as possible. They were involved in the exodus of people from an oil drill that had been struck with an earthquake and was falling apart, a drop of 112 expert firemen into a massive forest fire in Europe that was headed for a resource plant that would have crumbled part of the European economy had it been touched, and a massive flooding in China that would have killed several members of royalty from some country. Thousands were saved from the flood. The IRADC was often ridiculed for what seemed like a squandering of money, but they were effective and saved thousands of lives every year.
C.J.'s last job had been just after his honeymoon. He was sent into Germany to fight a flame that was going to destroy hundreds of acres that were needed for lumber. Though it wasn't the biggest request, it was one of the many minor cases that the IRADC took to keep the work going as well as keeping their name good and continually proving their value to the world. C.J. had been caught up in the middle of a circle of flames almost immediately after he had been dropped. The boys in charge of data analysis and info gathering had underestimated the spreading of the flames and the weather kicked up, causing the flames to spread faster than analyzed. It was the closest C.J. had ever been to death. The memory of that day still stayed with him, but his actions after being dropped into that situation earned him another medal and some time off. That time off he had earned was now over.
C.J. woke up groggily and picked up the phone. He rubbed his eyes some and then flipped it open, answering it with a very exhausted-seeming hello.
"C.J., get yer things together. We've got a job that we need you for. The drop-and-spray squad is going back to work." The voice on the other line said casually.
"Ugh...what's the situation?"
"We're debriefing in two hours. A car is coming to pick you up. Be ready in an hour. You'll find out what's going on when ya get here. We'll see ya then."
C.J. hung up the phone sleepily then lay back down in the bed for a moment. His new wife, Celcia, looked at him with concern. He looked back at her, not happy he wasn't going to be able to wake up at a decent hour. He then looked to the clock. It was only two in the morning. Celcia just looked at him, still trying to recover from being woken up.
"I've been called in. They said they have a job they need me for."
Celcia managed to open her mouth to reply.
"They need you now? So early in the morning?"
"It's probably an emergency. They wouldn't call this early if wasn't."
Celcia just mumbled some and lay there looking at him with her wide, brown eyes. C.J. leaned in, his wide shoulders and large, muscular arms bracing gently against the bed and he gave her a small kiss and smile.
"It'll be alright. We'll go put mother nature to rest and I will be back in no time."
She just lay there still looking at him as he got up and got dressed. He put on his clothes, and then put on the gear that he was issued to keep with him at his place of residence. He clipped on his cell and put all his necessary materials in his pockets. He sighed some, coming back into his room after having finished washing up in the bathroom. He looked to his wife who was already asleep again and then turned around and headed out of his house, where the car was already waiting for him. A man dressed in similar gear as C.J. was there waiting.
"Yo, C.J., yer late. You know we're in a hurry right." He said sarcastically.
"Hey, Paul, if you were married to her, you wouldn't wanna leave either." C.J. replied, laughing a bit as well.
"Yeah, yeah, just get in. There's a plane waiting for us. We're going to get right into the briefing once we get to Europe."
C.J. looked to him in disbelief.
"Europe? What the hell we going to Europe for?"
"They didn't tell you? Well, that's where the situation is. It's on an island off of Italy. Didn't they tell you anything?"
"Do they ever?"
"Guess that's true enough." Paul said, laughing a bit as they both buckled up and drove off.
....................................................................................................
C.J. tapped his fingers some on the table in the briefing room. He had woken up with some coffee before, but it wasn't the caffeine that had woken him up, it was the nasty taste of the copper coffee that stuck to his tongue. The chief came into the room, smiling a bit. Chief Baker was a laid back guy and a bit of a joker, and found it rather amusing that they had to do this so early in the morning. He was always awake, and his grayish-black hair and bright eyes showed that he didn't sleep much, nor did he want to sleep, even at his age. He walked to head of the table, throwing a stack of papers down. Looking around, all the members of the DAS squad could be seen.
Martin Florice was the equipment chief. He was a lighthearted guy as well, but when it came to anything technical, he was deadly serious. Alys Halter was the only female on the squad, and one of the few females ever to be offered a job with IRADC. She was tough as nails, but her peaceful philosophy was what got her interested in firefighting in the first place. Paris Marcus was the second in command and was as good almost as good a leader as C.J., but he was a bit timid, and when it came to immediate danger, he wasn't always willing to put himself on the line. The final two were both what were called the meat of the squad. Hal Crimson and Blake Newsford were the typical firefighters of the group. Though both were good at their job, they followed their leader and followed the guidelines strictly, which often led to unnoticeable achievements.
The lights in the room came down and a slideshow came up. The first image was an image of Umbrellas symbol, the famous red and black badge that looked a bit like a shield.
"As you al know, Umbrella was disbanded a couple years ago by the Anti- Umbrella Corp. after the discovery of their illegal activities." Baker began to say.
"Well, the AUC continued to believe that Umbrella had gone underground and were continuing their activities."
The slide changed to a map of Europe, but was specifically focused on a rather big island off the coast of Italy. Under it was the name Duevero Areidos, and a star that covered most of the island had the name Olympus under it as well.
"That brings us to our current situation. On the island of Duevero Areidos, the capital city of Olympus was being investigated for housing a possible Umbrella laboratory. An AUC squad was immediately dropped on the island to try and uncover the possibility of an Umbrella lab on the island."
The slide changed once again to a massive city that resembled Honolulu in Hawaii. Within the photo were circled hot spots. Some were outlined in blue, some in red, some in yellow, and some in green.
"The squad was sent in thirteen hours ago and they began immediately to investigate, hitting these red hot spots which could possibly contain valuable info. They reported in every fifteen minutes with their progress, as well as making it known they were still in contact with their headquarters. The report, unless major, was simply signaled with a small beeping sound that was able to let their headquarters know which soldier was reporting in without them having to give their position away in case of enemy contact."
"The squad's last contact with their headquarters happened two hours ago. They reported that a massive earthquake had hit the island and that the city was badly damaged and was falling apart. Fires had broken out in nearly every direction, and a flood was reported in the southern end of the island. Then, all contact ceased. We were immediately dispatched by the Italian government in combination with the AUC. They have requested that we immediately dispatch an S and R (search and rescue) to find survivors and do some disaster control."
"The fires are the biggest disasters hitting the island right now, and they are quickly spreading. The earthquakes continue to hit the island, causing the fires to create more damage. We are enlisting three different departments to help with the disaster relief. The DAS will be dropped in the middle of the city and work outward fighting the fire. Surveillance reports tell us that there are certain open spots available for drop, and it is the largest one reported that you will be dropped in. Hitting each of the hot spots, you'll have to find as many survivors as possible. Bring them to midst of the hot spots and light one of the eighteen hour flares. A Crane will be coming to pick them up."
"You'll be in communication with both these European headquarters and the AUC headquarters. Once you land in the hot zones, you'll be on your own for a while until you are able to quell a great majority of the flames. We expect that it will be one of your more difficult missions, but with you're track record; you should be able to lend a great hand. Anyway that's the report. There is a Crane waiting for you. Gather your equipment and move out."
The chief signaled them as being relieved and they began to stand. As they did, the chief looked to each one in a more caring manner.
"Oh...and squad....good luck."
With that they all exited. Paris gave C.J. a look of discontent. C.J. knew the look and threw up a hand.
"Don't say it Paris...don't you say it."
They gathered their things, and then headed for the chopper.
....................................................................................................
The Crane flew to the island as fast as possible, but you didn't need to be close to see the flames reaching high into the sky. Everything in the city seemed to be destroyed, even at a distance. Smoke billowed high into the atmosphere giving off the effect of a volcano erupting. The chopper flew lower to avoid most of the smoke and came nearer to the first hot zone. The earthquake had toppled the buildings that littered the city, and there were a number of everyday objects that had now been crushed by the toppled structures. The city was now a burning society graveyard. It was the kind of nightmarish thing that the IRADC feared, a multiple-disaster 'society crusher'. A society crusher was the kind of force that mother nature used to destroy mankind. There was no cure, no weapon, not a thing that could be used to prevent this sort of disaster. One could only hope that it could be fought and that survivors could be rescued before it was too late.
The chopper hovered over the hot zone and a red light went on in the passenger zone to let C.J. and his team know they could drop in. They all turned on the machine that sent the water flowing from their portable tanks to their hoses. It was called 'water', but it was a formula so cold that it nearly crystallized flames, extinguishing near instantly. Their packs all beamed with power as C.J. opened the hatch to jump out of the Crane.
"Alright. We hit the ground, stay low. Watch for any loose rubble and stabilize before hitting the flames. Save your water and don't over extend. Leave the mask on till we're in a smoke free area. Oxygen should be at a balanced level right now, but if you need more, remember to use it as sparingly as possible." C.J. yelled over the sound of the city destroying itself.
"Masks on."
They all put their masks on and Paris gave the signal for them to lock into the drop ropes and hit the ground. Once on the ground, they all hung low and began to hit the flames with the water. They began moving toward a more open area, but they were still surrounded by tall structures and they needed to move to an area where they could avoid being crushed or hit by debris. They moved covering every angle, each member with their hoses fully open. Even though they were catching many flames, they could not keep up with them all, and they began to see several pieces of debris began to fall and come loose.
"Keep away from the sides. We got some loose bits coming down now." Martin warned as they continued to move forward.
Eventually they made their way to an area where they could spot a smaller area with tinier buildings. C.J. pointed in that direction and gave the signal to moves towards it, while telling the crew to keep their eyes peeled for survivors. They created a stream of smoke as they made their way towards the shopping area. Coming around a corner, they looked off in the distance to see a large tank, what looked like a water tank, being cradled by two building which had crumbled and fallen into each other. It was all but ignored as the group continued to move, but it was Alys that noticed that there was a pipe running right under them.
When Alys realized what pipe they were walking on, she immediately encouraged her fellow firefighters to speed up the pace, but they weren't paying much attention. She ran a bit ahead and C.J. followed, trusting her intuition. Then, a large sound could be heard coming from the cradled tank. The sound creaked and then, the group watched as the cradle snapped, causing the tank to plummet to the ground. What could not be seen were the snapped bars of a building that had crumbled. The bars provided the final resting place of the tank. As it hit the bars, it punctured and instantly exploded. This created a chain reaction, as the boom from the tank was followed by the boom of the pipes under the street exploding. The trail went from the area where the tank was and continue down to where DAS was. Seeing this, they ran for a safe area to get away from the explosions.
They all pushed it as they saw debris flying through the air. As they headed for an open shop, Hal tripped over a piece of debris landing right on top of the pipe. The explosion was nearly catching up with them, and the hood of a car was sent flying onto Hal. He was still alive, but his leg was trapped underneath the debris. Blake ran to him to try and get him out, but it was no use. The explosion caught up with them, and Blake was pulled away from it by Paris just in time to miss being torn to pieces. Unfortunately, Hal took in a direct hit and was thrown into the air before his body separated into several pieces which were thrown in every direction. His tank exploded when hit immediately and it sent water flying all over the place. What ever was left of Hal was burned in the flames that it landed in once he was thrown.
The rest of the crew didn't take time to look on in horror, but instead flew into the building. All of them had nearly made it in, when Paris stopped just before walking in. He turned around briefly only to be met by a flying car which had been tossed in the air by the explosion. The car threw him into the wall right next to the door, crushing him instantly. The only body part that could be seen through the doorway was his arm, which stuck out lifeless, the blood of his crushed body running down it into a drip on the floor. As soon as the car slammed into the shop, there was complete darkness. The crew turned on their flashlights and looked around. Before trying to get out of their current situation, they took some time to mourn their lost friends and marvel in the horror of the situation that had just befallen them. They didn't know what scared them most now. The fact that they were currently trapped in the shop, or that they may never return from the island.
As they sat there thinking about their situation, C.J. pulled out a small photo from his pocket. It was his wife. He thought about going home now. He knew that it was going to be long struggle to make it out of this alive, but he wondered if he would ever be able to see his beautiful wife again.