I uploaded two chapters in one day (ouchies). You readers better appreciate it, I was up until one finishing them... :)
Chris was happy to be out of the room. He had finally been granted his freedom all thanks to Wesker's stupidity. The grey ceiling and slow spinning fan where replaced with a grey ceiling and NO spinning fan. He never wanted to go back to that room again. He never wanted to see Wesker again either.
But at this moment, he was willing to make an exception.
"Wesker!! Help me!!" Chris screamed. He was surrounded by zombies and the rifle was almost empty. He wasn't counting on having to dispose of so many rotting freaks at the same time. He continued aiming and firing until all that came out was air. In one swift movement he reloaded the rifle and continued firing. He had concentrated on the part of the hall in front of him and killed every zombie there.
"Few, hope there are no more." Chris told himself.
Chris turned as a moan found his ears.
"Shit!!!" Before he knew it the zombie was on him. It leaned onto him, using it's weight to push Chris to the ground. It moved to sink it's teeth into Chris' neck, but Chris jammed the rifle into it's mouth and pulled the trigger. Bits of the zombies head landed feet away as the bullet fell to the floor with a soft ping.
Chris' heart stopped pounding in his ears. He gasped for breath not noticing that he had stopped breathing in his panic.
His relief was short lived as more zombies continued coming from both directions. From how many bullets he had left he guessed he could get rid of them all except for three.
He did dispose of them all except the three and used the path he had cleared as an escape route.
He ran down the hall and around a few corners while holding his shoulder. He came through large double doors to find himself in a hall that looked a hell of a lot like the main hall of the Spencer Mansion.
Chris ran to the door and stopped reflexively. He watched the plant-like being walk towards the room he had been placed in slowly. He caught a flash of black disappearing into the room. He recognized Wesker immediately.
Chris was about to call out to him but another zombie hooked onto his back. Chris must have misjudged how many bullets he had left, because the rifle went off and the zombie fell dead. Chris remembered there had been two other zombies and removed his survival knife, ready to fight for his life. His plan was to remove the zombie's head and dispose of the other one the same way.
Chris lunged for the zombie's throat. The knife penetrated the throat vertically and blood gushed from the wound. The other zombie was a little ways back so he could actually take his time and be sure he was safe.
Chris pulled to remove the knife, but it was stuck and wouldn't come out. The zombie it was stuck in fell to the ground with the knife in it's throat.
Chris dropped next to it and tried to remove the knife. He used all his weight to pull it out but it wouldn't budge. He jumped back in fright when the zombie got up. It was at that moment that the knife finally decided to rejoin it's master's hand and removed itself to which Chris took it and beheaded the zombie quickly.
He had misjudged his situation.
Before Chris could even swing his survival knife at the other zombie it fell on top of him, pushing him to the ground and making him drop his weapon. He fell with the creature landing on top of him, it's pure white eyes clearly visible to Chris.
Chris pushed frantically and screamed with all his might for Wesker's help. But help didn't come. He felt the zombie lean for his neck, it's cold breath making his skin crawl.
It then bit, Chris screaming bloody hell.
The zombie sank it's teeth into Chris' soft neck. He pulled at the skin with his teeth while listening to the sickening wet coughing and gaging of his victim. The skin was a bit tough to remove, but it was worth it. His skin was salty from sweat and tasted sweet on the zombie's rotting tongue. He couldn't help but relish the taste and continued for more, exposing Chris' wind pipe and the esophagus inside. Blood gushed from the man's mouth and the zombie stopped it's feeding momentarily to lick the blood from the man's lips. He then returned to the neck, ripping off more flesh and chewing loudly on it. His victim's body convulsed under his grip.
Wesker sat in the small room he and Chris had shared when he heard his rifle go off. He wanted to help Chris, but quickly figured he could take care of himself, he had been one of Wesker's men after all. He wanted to check though, just to be sure.
"No use trying, she'll burn me to death. Death, haha... I've been there." He didn't really want to die, he was just stuck. Stuck and frustrated. And being frustrated made him mad.
"Always thought I'd end up being executed for betraying Umbrella, never thought I'd burn to death. Ha, I never thought I'd die by my own creation, and look where that got me!" Wesker laughed at himself. An idea flashed in his mind.
"Fire... water!! I'll just jump in that pool!" So with that Wesker got up and made a mad dash for the pool. Alexia saw him pass as a blur and she shot blood after him. It exploded into flames on his body moments before he hit the water. He could feel the fire lapping at his exposed flesh.
When Wesker hit the water he stayed there, playing dead. It must have worked, because Alexia left without a trace.
After he was sure Alexia was gone far away Wesker returned to the surface, gasping for breath. It was at that moment that he heard Chris screaming for help. He stood and ran as fast as he could through the water and jumped onto the path. With that he heard another scream and choking. Wesker could only imagine what was happening to Chris.
Wesker burst into the mansion and stood at the threshold, not really believing what his eyes had fallen upon.
There was a zombie, feasting on Chris. Blood was pooling around Chris' head and Wesker could clearly hear the chewing and tearing of flesh.
With practiced ease Wesker drop kicked the zombie in the head, said head falling and rolling away to the side.
Wesker sat heavily next to Chris. Chris' eyes were rolled back in his head and his mouth was slightly open, blood trickling down the side. The skin on his neck had been removed and everything else underneath could be clearly seen. Chris body was shuddering and convulsing.
He shook Chris lightly. When he got no answer he closed his eyes and shook his head.
"At least he's dead now. I wanted to kill you myself but I guess that's the way the cookie crumbles, isn't it Christopher?" Wesker knew Chris wouldn't answer, but it made no difference.
Wesker's eyes opened and the pupil became larger as his eyes adjusted to the dim light. An idea struck him, a brilliant one.
Wesker slung an arm under Chris' shoulders and the other under his knees. He hoisted Chris in the air and instead of putting him back in the small room he took off for his jet.
"If I can be brought back to life...." Wesker paused. "Chris hold on, you'll be breathing again soon!"
Have you ever been really frustrated with the game? Like me & resident evil, more than once I've thrown Chris in a pack of zombie just to watch him die 'cuz I was frustrated for not being able to figure the game out XD
Chris: AGAIN?! You like doing that to m don't you!! --angry glare in my general direction--
Wesker: Poor you, I never get hurt.
Me: Oh yeah? Hey... that gives me an idead for the next chapter...
Wesker: You'd better not...
Me: --evil looking--What? You don't trust me?
Wesker: No.
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