Hey Hey! Sorry for the late update ! Thanks to Evila who pointed out my laziness in punctuation, I've tried to sort it out hope it's better! I also put the rating of the fic up because of the direction I might take and the stuff I imply in this chapter as well. I think I was pushing a pg-13 rating before with all the bad language, and I really don't want to offend anyone or hurt any little kiddies brains (even thou I know you all read these fics anyway I know I did! Hehehe :P ) Oh and I found something interesting out, apparently you don't bandage up cracked/bruised ribs anymore! You just have to leave them to heal for themselves, if you put pressure on the ribs when they are cracked, you might accidentally puncture your lung or something! So when I had Naomi bandage Hunk up, SHE SHOULDN'T HAVE she could KILL HIM AGHH! But for the fic, I'm gonna leave it in the world where it's safe to bandage up broken ribs ok? I also got a shout out to the company I work for "Continental…" har har some days I wish Hunk would come in and kill everyone --
Erm yeah back on track I'm kinda worried about what I might be writing in chapters to come, I'd really appreciate some peoples views on the Alabama character please even though you cant get much about him from this chapter, I would really appreciate some views on what is said about him anyways
Thanks a lot to all the new reviews it's great! Love to you allllll!
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I can't breath! Shit! Where am I? Bars...? Iron bars? A gate! I can breath again, there's no way in hell I'm going to let go of these bars...I can feel something round my right ankle, it's stuck on tight, it must have dragged me here....But why did it stop? My right leg has been pulled right through the bars....Why isn't it trying to pull the rest of me through as well? I don't really care, I'm fucking happy it stopped, a few inches closer and I would have be in a world of pain...
"Hunk? Where are you?!" Naomi! She's looking for me? After what I said to her?
"Down here! BE CAREFUL" I have a feeling that whatever's got me isn't finished yet. I can see my torch a few meters away from me under the water, its giving off this eerie glow....What? Did I just see something slither past...Probably just my mind playing tricks on me, but I'm not going to rule anything out. I can see Naomi now, she's running as fast as she can to me. She's soaking wet as well. Yes, that's right, she got pulled under too...It all happened so fast so it's just a blur.
"Are you ok? God....What happened?" She's flopped down into the water next to me, after everything I said to her, she's still here...Alabama's no where to be seen. Like that should surprise me...
"I don't know. Something's got my ankle. Look, give me your gun and get out of here!" I don't know where any of my weapons are, I must have lost them all while I was being dragged along the sewer floor.
"What? And leave you here? Hell no!" Naomi's got up, she's trying to open the gate but I know it's locked tight. I already saw the rusted padlock and chains. She's looking around, franticly trying to come up with an idea, but she's in no state to do that.
"Just give me your gun, I'll be fine. I'll catch up with you in a minute." I wish she'd just give me the gun and get out of here, I don't want her to get caught up in this. Damn it! I've got a bad feeling something big is going to happen...
"No...I've got an idea!" Naomi's in the water again, she's reaching through the bars to my leg...What is she doing?
"What the hell do you think your doing? Just get out of here!" She's pressed up right against the bars, I can feel her fiddling around with my leg, she's trying to reach something...OF COURSE! My combat knife! I almost forgot I had it! Why would I forget something as important as that? What the hell's wrong with me...Naomi's managed to get my knife...Whatever has got a hold on my leg has loosened a little, I can pull my leg back....Just a little mind you, if I do it fast, the thing will probably try to drag me through the bars again. And like I said before, if it decides to do that, I will be in a lot of pain...I shudder just thinking about it...
"Yes...back a little more and then I can reach it..." Shit, I can't see a thing beneath the water. How the hell is she going to cut that thing off my leg...God she's probably going to cut my foot off!
"Naomi be careful...Naomi? Naomi...?" She's dunked under the water, I doubt she can hear me...Wait, the thing round my leg...Shit! It tightened but...Now it's gone! She must have got it! She's popped back up, taking in big gulps of air. She was in that water a little while...
"Ahh there, gone. Now we can go! Come on, before whatever got you comes back!" I agree but...What had me, and where did it go? I doubt it'll give up that easily.
"How did you...?" She's coughing up some water now, I don't want to even think about the kind of shit that's in this water...Wait shit is in this water, ha ha, I am so funny. Why am I thinking about useless things like that? Just focus on the matter at hand...That's why I probably forgot about my combat knife, I was thinking about Naomi...
"I just poked it a bit...I couldn't actually see a thing!" Now she's laughing, not very funny from my point of view though.
"Quick Naomi get up, let's move." My ankles ok, it didn't do me any damage really, there'll be another bruise to add to the collection tomorrow but other than that I'm fine. But Naomi's letting me lean on her...I don't really need to but...She looks happy, like she's accomplished something...I don't really want to upset her again so I'll let her hold me up for a bit...But she doesn't need to, I'm fine...Really..Well, except I smell like shit now. Naomi's passed her gun to me, not much use really, the bullets are wet, but it's better than nothing. I'll give my torch to Naomi, at least that's waterproof...We're moving silently through the sewer now...Where the hell did Alabama go?
"Naomi...This isn't the time to talk but....Thank you." This really isn't the time to talk, no doubt whatever grabbed me will be making a comeback in a few minutes.
"It's ok....I couldn't leave you there...that's all..." Her voice is so low, she sounds sad...I'm the one whose upset her aren't I? Shit...We're back to where I was pulled under...Which way? Damn, which way did we come from? And where the hell is Alabama?! It's always like this! He always does this...That bastard. Naomi's shining the torch down each tunnel, I can't see a thing.
"Damn....Can you remember which way we came from..." Naomi shakes her head...
"Shit. Hunk down there...look..." What? All I can see is darkness. Naomi's got the light pointed down the tunnel to our right. I still can't see anything...No there, tentacles? I've only read reports about them, haven't actually had the pleasure of encountering them before. No, I have now haven't I? No doubt whatever dragged me half way through the sewer was a tentacle. Apparently they are easy to get rid off, a few bullets, or a few stabs like Naomi did with the one that got me. But, if they manage to get hold of you and you don't have a weapon...I was lucky. But why didn't it try to kill me...What's that noise? Shit there's more tentacles at the end of the tunnel behind me! They're slowly making their way towards us...A trap? They lured Naomi to come and help me? I didn't know plants were that smart.
"Naomi, think carefully, which way did Alabama go?" She's starting to panic again, her hands are shaking. I can tell because she almost dropped the torch...
"I err...well....I don't know...I ran back here and I heard you were on my right so....that means that if we go.......shit....er right here that's where Alabama ran?" Naomi doesn't have the best sense of direction, but we're going to have to take a chance that she's right. If not, we're running into another trap with only one gun. A gun that will probably not work. Why didn't I keep a tighter grip on mine...Actually even if I did, that one still wouldn't be that effective, but then again, at least it's more powerful...I'll let Naomi go, I didn't need to lean on her anyway...Did the sewer walls just move, or is it just me?? Shit...Maybe...Maybe I am hurt?
"Ok...You go first, I'll follow closely behind ok...Quickly." Naomi nods, she's walking as fast as she can. I forgot how much more smaller she is than me, it's a great disadvantage for her being in the water, for me its just a nuisance but for her she has to work hard to get through it...The tentacles are slowly working themselves round the corner...They cover the way we came now. Shit how many bullets are left in this gun, I don't think Naomi's actually used it yet. And she still has the combat on. Don't be a pussy. You can handle this, you're the best Umbrellas got for Gods sakes, and they're only stupid plants...
"...Hunk... they're in the water...I can feel them..." She's right, I've tried to ignore the tentacles brushing past my feet. They seem to be trying to surround us before they attack, as long as we stay in front of them we should be alright...I think anyway...
"Just keep on walking..." They're moving across the wall on our sides now, I shoot twice in to a rather large tentacle. It's just absorbed the bullets, it's as if it doesn't care...Damn it. They're obviously not as easy to get rid of as reports have told me...
"Hunk...Light ahead! There's a hole in the wall or something...." She's right. It's a small tunnel and it should lead to a door or at least a ladder. Good. No wait, I recognize that noise...Low thumps...Spiders. Naomi isn't going to like this...
"No....Oh my god no way...they're......spiders and they're......" Naomi's dropped the torch in the water and fallen backwards. Shit! I've only just managed to catch her....She's fainted. God damn it! What a time to faint! Shit, this isn't good, spiders in front and the tentacles behind....Each second we stand still, the tentacles get nearer to us. It's odd how they don't just strike straight away. They seem to be waiting, perhaps playing with us? Since when did plants get intelligent? Wait, I have an idea....I've got Naomi in my arms now, I have to be careful. Just pray that I don't trip over something. Wait until the very last moment...The spiders are getting closer. There's actually one above my head, its waiting for me to move...I can feel the tentacles starting to slowly work their way around my legs....Just a few more now! The spider spits out acid but I'm well in front of it, I hear it hit the tentacle and then a great crunch! My plan worked, the tentacles are going for the spiders now, and ignoring us! That'll keep them all occupied for a good five minutes. Now let's just hope that there really is a door down here and its unlocked...I've reached the small tunnel. There are cobwebs everywhere but all the spiders have come out into the main sewer and are playing with the tentacles now. There is a door down here, and a small blue light above it. It's to an Umbrella building, there's the insignia on the door. That can mean two things. Either it will be full of zombies and god knows what, or it could have been cleared out in the earlier evacuations and be deserted. I'm hoping for the latter, but a having an easy entrance down here, I doubt that many important people were based in this building. I'm probably going to be running into a few zombies in a couple of minutes...The doors not locked either, that's lucky...
"Well what took you so long? I was going to leave without you......" More like unlucky. It's Alabama. There's a pile of zombies by the door...Obviously taken out by him, I'm sure he had fun doing that. And agh damn it he's got my bag AND weapons!
"You took my weapons? You fucking bastard you left me out there with only a combat knife!" He just shrugs and offers me a cigarette. I don't want his cigarettes.
"You would have done the same to me. Anyway, your little girlfriend saved you. Come on, its safer on the upper levels, I've already checked it out." He's heading towards an elevator. I don't trust him. I've already checked it out means that he looked at what lay ahead of him and decided that I should deal with it. But with Naomi like this I have no other option than to follow him, plus he's carrying my stuff and taking it with him. I do not want to be in Raccoon City with only a wet handgun for a weapon.
"Where are we?" Alabama's pressed the first floor button, we were on the lowest floor I think...
"We lucked out, a small security training centre. I doubt any of the weapons or ammo is left, but there's working showers and changes of clothes...I'll look after Naomi, if you want..." He's giving me a smile. I know what that smile means and there's no way in hell I'm leaving an unconscious girl in his care ever again....I still remember what happened last time. He killed a doctor we had taken prisoner, I've got no idea of what she did to piss off Umbrella, but we had to take her in anyway. Left Alabama in charge of her while I took a lunch break with the rest of my squad, we were only two rooms away! It was a bad idea to leave him alone. I came back to her cell to find her dead. Not one drop of blood on the floor. It was all over the ceiling. I mean how the fuck do you kill someone yet only get blood all over the ceiling? Of course gravity came into play later on, and the blood dripped down but...Still to kill her and not get blood on the floor...I just don't understand it! At least I'm a professional assassin, I try to keep it clean....And most importantly...I don't kill for fun.
"She'll be fine on her own." I actually wish I took that cigarette from Alabama, my pack will be ruined now. Naomi's still out cold, and doesn't actually look that well...Must be all the dirt.
"So......She went back for you huh? I wanted to up and leave, it was dangerous to go back for you. Those damn rules getting in the way again." It's true. Alabama did what was right. It would endanger his mission to go back for me, and visa versa if he was in my position.
"But women eh? They follow their heart and end up getting killed...Or, in Naomi's case, end up fainting...So. How you gonna do it?" What? What's he talking about. Is he talking about...? No. I'm just going to ignore him...And how did he know she fainted? She could have got knocked out...A lucky guess perhaps?
"Come on! You're the great Captain Hunk! Are you going to feed her to zombies? Let Nemesis have his wicked way with her....or let me do it?" That smug grin again. He's talking about killing her...I thought he was talking about...Damn it! I'm not going to be able to get Naomi out of the city with him around...But I can't get rid of him...Can I? No one knows that we're here together...And he's always pissed me off...We've reached the first floor. The doors open and surprisingly he has checked the floor out, the few zombies that were here have been dealt with by him....Wait...So he did check this place out...Then why did he still have my stuff with him when he met me downstairs? Wouldn't it be easier to leave it up here rather than lugging it around with him? Or maybe he left it downstairs so he could move around easier? Yes, he probably did that, that's what I would do. Leave it somewhere safe, check the place out, come back for what's needed. I wouldn't want to be ambushed by fifty zombies when my hands are full...
"Follow me! Clothes to the right, showers to the left. Take your pick!" I should try to get Naomi to come round first, there's a small couch in the hall. It's probably there so if you're getting a new uniform you can take a seat and wait. It's just the right size for her, she feels a little warm. Shit, she has a fever...Is she....Infected? No, I don't think so. She doesn't have any other symptoms...Alabama's got ammonia inhalants, smelling salts in layman's terms. I hate these things, they smell terrible, but they work. Naomi sits up straight away.
"Wha.....Where....Hunk? ....Where are....we? Huh Alabama..." She's disorientated. Alabama's smiling down at her...
"Hey its ok, we got you out of that sewer, it's safe here..." Bastard. We? He had no part in helping! He ran off like the pussy he is and left me and Naomi to fend for ourselves.
"You did? I...I don't remember what happened....Eugh I smell all...iccky..." She doesn't remember? Never mind, it's not something I would really want her to remember...
"Do you want a shower? This is an old building so the water is stored in tanks first. This means we're lucky, the showers still work. We got hot water and everything!" Naomi looks a little unsteady as she stands up...
"Yes please....I think we could all do with one..." I agree. But I'm going to keep a close eye on Alabama, I don't want him 'accidentally' walking in on Naomi in the shower...
"There's also a change of clothes, I've already picked out your size. Sorry if it's wrong, I just guessed, I've left them in the shower's changing room. Don't worry though, there is a ladies and men's! I've checked them both out, there's nothing in there...." Naomi just stumbles towards the showers...He already picked out her clothes? How the hell can he know the right size? Actually, it's not that hard. There's a height rule for all of the top security personal in Umbrella, and Naomi's below that height, so the smallest uniforms should fit her with room to spare...Maybe I should go make sure she gets in the changing room ok? Yes, I'll follow her. Damn it. So is Alabama. He's got that silly grin on his face again. Damn it I hate him. Once you go through the main door, there are 2 more doors, the one on the left is for women, the one on the right, men. Naomi has the door open already, it's a small locker room with shower cubicles at the end. Alabama had checked it out, there's nothing in there. There's even a stack of clean new towels on one of the benches...
"See, told you I checked it out, no surprises. There's even shower gel in one of the cubicles, and remember the water runs hot as well!" Naomi's smiling, this is something she's been moaning about since I met her. All she wanted to do was have a shower or a bath but she couldn't, and now Alabama's given it to her. Normally I would probably be cursing him, but I'm actually thanking him. If he didn't find this place we would have to be walking around in clothes soaking wet and stinking of shit. Not one of my favourite past times...
"Thank you....." Naomi's just staring at us, waiting for us to get out.
"Naomi...if you need us, just shout, ok?" She nods at me and smiles....Damn, her smile makes me feel horrible. For what I said and what I did...I'll just turn and leave. Alabama is behind me again. What? Is he my fucking shadow now? There are clean towels in the men's as well, I guess Alabama came in here and put them in...Shit how long was I down in the sewers alone with Naomi? He did an awful lot...And why would he get both shower rooms ready for all of us, if theoretically, he was the only one to survive? Maybe he was going to come back for us all along and just thought that if he did all this, then saved Naomi later, she'd look up to him as some sort of hero? That's probably right...Just the kind of thing that sneaky bastard would do...
"She's probably going to take a while huh? I bet I could get the security cameras up and running again, they have them in the showers you know..." I noticed that when I walked in. There's pin hole cameras in the corners of the room, probably even in some if not all of the lockers as well. To the untrained eye, there's nothing, but I've been trained to detect things like that. He's picked out clothes for both of us as well. We're still the same size...How Annoying.
"Don't be stupid. We don't have time for something like that..." I don't want him looking at her like that...No, I don't want to look at her like that, without her permission? Probably something I wouldn't have even thought of passing up a few days ago, but now? Shit, I just couldn't do that to her. I mean I am a guy after all...And whose not going to pass up a free show but...It's just different now...
"Your loss...She's all banged up anyway, probably not a very pretty sight!" Even if she is all bruised and battered I bet she'd still be beautiful...I don't know...Shit, stop thinking like that. Maybe I should take a cold shower...Alabama's already half undressed. I'm just going to sit down for a while and calm down. That little adventure took more out of me than I thought. I must have been running on pure adrenalin. The exhaustion is kicking in now...And I guess I have a slight concussion...Again. How lucky am I eh? Twice in as many days! I'm pretending to undo my boots, I don't want Alabama to think I'm weak...He's turned on the water, probably in the shower now...I cant stop thinking about how Naomi came back for me...I've hit her, well I've slapped her. Not because she annoyed me but because she was hysterical, and only the once, but still, I hit her none the less. I've shouted at her, no that's wrong...I shout at her all the time...I don't really mean to though. I've made her think that I care and then I've pushed her away...I've done so much to her to make her hate me, and yet she still comes back....She came back for me. Only a couple of people in my life time have ever cared that much to do something like that, and Naomi's only just met me. She didn't come back for me because I had something she needed...Umbrella wouldn't come back for me. If I was stuck here, they wouldn't send in a team to save me. They would if they knew I had the only viable sample of the G-Virus, but if I didn't, they wouldn't care. Just like Alabama said, it's the rules. And they wouldn't even bend them for their golden boy soldier. But she came back for me. A girl with no combat experience. A girl who has lost her family, her friends, her whole fucking life! And she came back for me...Why? Why would she do that? What makes her care about me? Shit....Why does she have to be so nice? Why couldn't I have just met up with some bitch that didn't give a damn? I never used to care...But now that's all changed isn't it? But...I can't change the way I live my life now. I've been doing this for too long. And, do I really want to change? Sure it feels good now but, then I'll have to give up Umbrella...Give up my entire life! For what? A romance that will probably fizzle out in a few months and then where would I be? Dead probably. And she would be too....Even if I stopped caring for her and went back to Umbrella with my tail between my legs she would still end up dead. They'd kill her, and God knows what they'd do to me...Right now, I don't want that to happen. I'm going to do everything possible to get her out of this fucking city! But to do that I have to keep my distance, I can't get involved with her...I'll apologise for what I said but I wont change my mind. I'll get her out and then forget about her. I'll give Alabama whatever the hell he wants to keep his mouth shut. Or...If I get the chance...Then I'll be rid of him forever...Just have to wait for the right moment...But, he'll have his guard up. He's not stupid. I don't give him enough credit, he knows I hate him and I know he hates me. Whenever I'm around him I'm watching my back. He does the same. It won't be easy but...Just five seconds, that's all I need....Damn, my ribs have started to hurt again. I must have cracked another during my little sewer trip...I'll need more bandages...What? There's some here under the clothes Alabama left for me...He left me medical supplies? There's a shaving kit too...And a fresh packet of cigarettes...What the hell is he up too? I can't think about this right now, I'm gonna get another headache...Ha, well whatever he is scheming...It can't be very smart. I shouldn't worry...Shit. If I don't get in the shower now, Alabama will use up all the hot water! I choose the stall furthest away from him. I'm really not in the mood to talk. Ha, I'm never in the mood to talk. I wonder how Naomi's doing? And that fever...I'm sure she had a fever...She's just exhausted, that's it...She can't be infected. No...But what if she is? I'm kidding myself. You can never tell with the t-virus. Symptoms are a high fever at first, then itching and then....I don't want to even think about it. I've read reports that some people only get one symptom....Or....Even none, and turn into something completely different! It's all to do with your body's chemistry or something. I don't really understand, I'm not paid to understand am I? Different people react to the virus in different ways....For all I know, she might be outside in the corridor now chomping down on a corpse....But then again, she is exhausted and she's been through a lot mentally and physically. Her body is probably just shutting down. She needs to rest but she can't, so she's got sick...Probably just the flu...God. I hope so...
"I'm finished! I'm going to check the rest of the building for weapons. Be back in ten, don't leave without me..." Alabama's left the room....How long have I been in this shower? I can't really remember...Shit just thinking about all that stuff...I should have finished along time ago, should have got out before Alabama. Who knows what kind of trouble he's going to get himself into? He's probably going to try and fix those security cameras...No. I doubt it, he never really was a technical person. If it doesn't work with the push of a button, he can't do it. Now I get it! That's why he told me about them, he probably thought I would have liked to have spied on Naomi, and he knew he couldn't fix them on his own. Didn't count on me turning the offer down though. At least he's out of my hair and he won't try anything on with Naomi so close to me. I would hear her scream...Unless she would let him....No. She wouldn't....Would she? Shit, she acts almost the same was towards him as she does to me...Stop it, I'm getting paranoid over something I shouldn't care about. She isn't my property. I can't tell her what to do...But, I wouldn't wish Alabama on anybody...I still remember that day...Shit, the waters getting cold, my hands are shaking a little....We were still young, only about fifteen. Umbrella sent us to a rival's secret facility in Europe. They were called Continental something, I can't really remember. They were so small anyway, I don't know why they were a threat to Umbrella...It was just a Walker was in charge. There was only the three of us. We were the best of the experiment and were given special treatment because of that. Alabama, myself, and Matt...Shit. He wasn't the strongest, or the best shot, but he's smart. He's actually a doctor now...He was our medic. That was back when we still used our real names, that's why he doesn't have a code name. I think he lucked out really...Actually who knows if it's his real name...Umbrella gave all of us our names...None of us know who we really are...I'm not bothered...Anyway, our orders were to go in and exterminate all those who worked at the facility. It all ran smoothly. We got in fine under the cover of darkness, as per usual. There was hardly any security. We got deeper in the building, and Commander Walker left us. He told us there were important documents he had to get from the computers...But he actually just left and waited outside for us. He was told to do that, whoever came back alive passed the test. Alabama split up from me and Matt, he always does that. Had to go do his own thing. It seemed so easy at the start, but the deeper we got into the facility, the more resistance the people there put up. No match for me though. I still found it quite easy to eliminate them all. We radioed in to Commander Walker when we had finished and he told us to come out. We told him we had lost contact with Alabama and he told us that we should leave without him. Apparently, the security at that little company was supposed to be the best in Europe and Umbrella didn't expect us to get through it that easily. They must have trained us well then...Anyway, back then we were brothers. You didn't have anyone except those in your team. Matt and I just couldn't leave Alabama. But thinking about it....I wish I did. We found him sitting in a room with the lights off. I kept on saying his name, but he didn't respond. We actually thought he was dead....Matt walked into the room but slipped...I still remember how I fumbled for the light switch. By the time I was fifteen I had been on about 50 missions that were exactly the same, it was nothing I hadn't done before. But this was different. There was this uneasy feeling in the room and I just couldn't get a grip on myself. Every other mission we had been on ran smoothly, no problems. And of course, we always had the Commander with us...But this time. We were on our own. When I turned on the light I nearly threw up. Matt had slipped in blood. I can't really recall how many bodies there was in the room, but there was at least 5. And that woman. Shit she was still alive. She was naked, covered in her own blood and that of her colleagues. She wasn't moving at all but she was still breathing...Both her legs were broken, and her arms....I should really say arm. One was gone...I have no idea where, I didn't really want to hunt for it. It had been ripped off...Ripped right out of the socket! By the time I had taken in the scene before me, Matt was already doing his doctor thing with the woman. He was trying to stem the flow of blood from what used to be her right arm while putting in a drip at the same time. Though he shouldn't have, it was our mission to kill these people, not save them. And Alabama. Shit...Alabama. He was just sitting there, staring at his blood stained hands. He had lost it, completely lost it. Now I'm not saying that I'm truly sane, because I know I'm probably not...But he...He really is insane. He stood up suddenly and turned round to me, his pants were still undone... He was covered in blood, head to toe, and he didn't care. Not one bit! I can't stand blood on my hands... It's why I always make sure I'm totally covered up. Easy to clean then, you just step out of your clothes...But him...He likes it. I know everyone thinks I'm just as sick as Alabama, but I'm not. Just because I show no emotion it doesn't mean that I don't feel anything. I guess it's my way of dealing with things....He just stood there and smiled at me. It was the first time I saw that smile. That fucking smug smile I hate. I should have shot him right there and then! But I didn't. He just walked out the room after that...Didn't even turn round to see if we were following him, didn't even ask about that woman...Matt was still working on her. I told him to give up, she probably wouldn't have wanted to live after what she had endured anyway. But Matt didn't give up. I stood there and waited in that fucking room painted red with blood. He kept on trying to save her...I don't know how long we stayed in that room...Seemed like years...Probably only minutes but Matt lost in the end....I still cant figure out how Alabama did it....All he had on him was a combat knife and his automatic. I don't know what he did with his rifle, but he didn't leave with it...Shit....It was such a small building as well, I would have heard screaming...But I didn't....I've never asked him how he did it, because frankly I don't want to know. After that incident, every mission he went on there would be something that would set him off. I don't think there's ever been a single mission since that day that he hasn't sliced someone up, or killed them for no reason...And now there's only me and Naomi for him to play with. He won't touch me. I'm strong enough to defend myself but Naomi...He wont strike now though. I can just tell. I know when he's going to lose it, I get this feeling...He's having too much fun at the moment. He'll do something when he knows it'll hurt me the most...Or should I say hurt her the most? He loves to revel in other peoples pain...Usually he doesn't bother in trying to aggravate me because he knows I never retaliate. But with Naomi around, I've been acting differently. It's intrigued him and I shouldn't put too much faith in him not trying to fuck with me. But, Naomi should be safe for the time being. Damn it, why did I have to think about that now...Now I'm worried...I wonder...How is Matt? Umbrella allowed him to train to be a doctor. He wasn't much use in the combat department so they put his intelligence to good use. Apparently he's a brilliant doctor, specialising in the t-virus and its variants. Not as good as Wesker or Birkin but he's still high up there. I haven't seen him for years though. We were all involved in another....incident. Shit I don't want to think about that now, I'm depressed enough already. God, I haven't even spoken to him or seen him in all those years! Sometimes I hear that he's asked about me. I try to keep track of what he's doing but...I just don't. I'm not the same person I was back then...But...Now? Who knows, I feel...different. Was it Naomi? Or my encounter with Birkin? Or did this change in me start before that? Ha, maybe I've been slowly regaining my humanity...When I get back I should look Matt up...For old time's sakes.