Her Fear begins…


Chiri lay down on the cold floor of the pharmacy. She didn't know how long it had been since she had called Lou, but she knew it was a long while ago. She tried to think of cheerful thoughts but could only picture the oozing zombies that were coming after her. Biting her lip, she began to fight the urge to cry. Thoughts streamed through her head. Was Lou going to come save her? 'Of course he will, he always does. I know he will' she thought. The tears started to pour down from her eyes unwillingly. She began to wipe them away. Looking at her phone, she put it in her pocket 'if Lou is going to see me. He doesn't need a second phone call' she thought. Standing, she decided to take a look around the pharmacy. There had to be something she could use.

She picked up her desert eagle and put her bag strap on her shoulder. Gripping her gun, she left the spot she was at. Walking down a corridor, all she could hear was her own breathing, which gave her a sign of relief. She turned toward the counter, seeing piles of paper thrown on the floor. She picked one up and read it.

'Margaret Collins - Prescription:

Umbrella Cronizone Cream
Application- Apply cream to irritated spot, apply three to four times a day'

Chiri put it down. It was nothing but a prescription. 'Maybe for a rash or something…but umbrella…why do they sound so familiar?' she thought. She looked at the glass case behind her. It was full of first aid supplies. 'I might need these.' she thought. She put down her bag and opened it, placing bandages and the few clean cloths left in it. She closed and re-placed it on her shoulder. She opened a door, that led behind to an office in the back of the pharmacy. She peered inside the room, hoping to see nothing. Luckily, she did. There was a desk in the room. Piled on the desk was more papers. Chiri figured they were merely more prescriptions. She closed the door behind her and saw a ladder that lead to most likely the roof. She paid it no mind. She walked to the dresser and opened the drawer. There were some pencils and a pair of scissors laid messy inside. She sighed, 'there has to be more things I could use.' she thought. Her legs felt weak. SO she sat on the desk chair and sighed once again.

She looked around the room, felt at ease, yet bored. Grabbing a sheet of the messy files, she thought she would entertain herself. Glancing at the file, she began to read. The file was completely about Umbrella Inc. She gasped. "T-Virus? Raccoon City? What the hell happened here?"

She continued to read. More and more she felt as if Fox City was going through the same thing. She put the file down, "Umbrella did this….they did. But how did these files get here?"

A loud noise came from the entrance from the pharmacy. She jumped in her seat as she heard groans emerging. Panicking, she grabbed her gun tight and strapped her bag over her shoulder. Before she knew it, zombies plowed their way into the room. She shot her desert eagle. It made them budge and slow down, yet not stop. Fear grew within her. She looked around drastically. The ladder caught her eye. 'Run to it. Come on Chiri' she thought to herself. Tightening everything, she ran to the ladder. Beginning to climb up, a zombie caught her leg. She looked down at it. Yet It wasn't a zombie…it was Albert Wesker.

"Albert?" She said. She looked at the zombies around him. They were still. As if obeying him. "Come on down, Chiri. They won't bite…hard." she screamed and kicked her foot away. She climbed up the ladder, opening the hatch and climbing to the roof. Closing it, she could still hear Albert Wesker talking. "Come on, Chiri. Did I really seem like such a good guy. If I am, why don't you come down here? Come stay with me. O Chiri? I know you can hear me. CHIRI! YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE COME! YOU SHOULD'VE STAYED IN YOUR HAPPY LITTLE HOME!"

Chiri found herself openly crying her eyes out. 'He's horrible…what's going on here…I don't understand…' she thought as she cried. 'Lou, come get me. Please come get me.' Her heart was pounding, She could barely breathe. Eventually, Wesker's taunts and hateful calls were dulled out by the beating of her heart. All went black soon and she heard no more….