Author's note: I appologize for the late update, but I was dragged on a camping trip and therefore, could not update. I did work on it by just writing it out on paper and even more little twists for this story popped up! Anyways I have estimated that this story will be complete in like 3-5 more chapters. I feel like picking on Barret some more, so there's a little bit of information about what is gunna happen. At the end of this chapter there will once again be no reviewer responses, just shout-outs. Sorry to have kept you waiting, here is chapter 23!
You're all gone to me, (gone to me)
I've been pulled out to watch from my eternal sleep
Intuition and a warning to believe (I will believe)
Something was wrong and though I felt I had to stay
Moving on seemed to be somber bliss
Without one goodbye
"Radiant eclipse" By: Avenged Sevenfold
How long is the night?
Chapter 23
Separation
October 1, 2004
Once they had been nothing more than a step in the height of the land. Now they stood before everyone like they were of uppermost royalty. This was just another indication of just how close they were to their destination.
They had reached the Arklay Mountains.
Dark gray rocks sprouted u from the land as the Raccoon Forest surrounded them. Deep greens to light greens, the entire greenery of the forest looked almost tto good to be true. If there had been the calming chirpping that only the birds could make, the whole place could pose as normal. But it was dead silent.
Everyone was extremely uneasy. They seemed to fidget as they prepared themselves to enter the suspicious place. No one spoke a word. Nothing came from the little group. Half of them found that their eyes were darting from side to side unknowningly. Now more than half wanted to turn back and run for their lives, but they had made it all this was way and could not, they would not give up and be cowards.
So now they were all on the last stretch of their journey. In a couple more days they would be face to face with Wesker and whatever he threw their way. They would all have to use every piece of knowledge that they had in fighting, put it to the most ultimate test abd hope that Wesker would eventually meet his death.
"You aren't doing them any good by sitting on your ass discussing nothing, while the virus grows and will soon take over this place within no time! It's either kill Wesker, destroy the virus, or stay here and be killed by him. How caring is that?"
Jill began to grind her teeth until a headache formed.
It had been a while since they had left and the attacks on the town were getting worse and worse. They were down to twelve people. Each time those creatures attacked more and more would fall victim to them. They were too smart to get killed and had knew more about guns then Jill even did.
Maybe she would just have to head out on her own to fins Leon. She would have to tell the remaining survivors to hide and live their lives without her. There was no other choice.
They had no concil, no food, nounpolluted water, no safety. They had nothing.
"Don't you want to bring Wesker down? Or do you want every single one of these people to turn into blood thirsty monsters?"
Leon's words rang true in Jill's head. Every time that there was an attack she would see more and more of the people that she had been friends with trying to kill them. Many times she had shot some one that she had associated with on a daily basis before all this had happened. She was sick of it. Sick on death, sick of everything.
As she sat on her couch inside her house, Jill went through a list of things to bring on the trip in her mind. She pushed herself off the couch with balled fists and grabbed her guns and an entire back pack full of ammo. She could go without food, but she had several water bottles packed inside her vehicle.
Looking back at the closed door to her house, Jill didn't even bother locking it up. Besides even if she was the one who occupied it at the time, she wasn't even the owner. Jill looked at the house key and chucked it into the backyard and went to her only means of travel.
It was a motorcycle lined with water bottles and looked extremely fast. Jill climbed on and sped towards the main hall that housed the rest of the survivors.
"It's about time you guys find a safer place," Jill said as she opened the door and expected to see the other eleven people, but they weren't there.
Curious, Jill walked inside and went down a couple of hallways. She brought her gun out just in case. When she came to a hallway with a blue door at the very end, she turned the doorknob, but it was thrust back by several gray hands.
Jill felt the air get snagged out of her throat as the red eyes of the suvivors-now-turned-inhumane stared savagely at her. She brought her gun up and fired exacly eleven shots at them. Each bullet shot directly into their heads.
So it happened once again. Stuck in some zombie infested place with no one else around. This was the choice she had made and this was the choice that she had regreted very much.
Without a word Jill turned around and made it safely back to her motorcylce. Making the engine roar twice, she sped off at a hight speed that was three times faster than the pace that Leon's group had been doing.
She would find them tonight. They were they only things left around her that wouldn't try to take a bite out of her. And if they liked it or not,she would assist them.
A dark figure strolled down the vacant hallways of the building that housed who knew what. It stopped and back tracked its way to where a brown door stood. It looked at the lock on the door and a frown passed over the figure's face.
Without any hesitation the figure stiffed a kick at the door. When it only budged a bit the figure let a fair amount of energy well up inside it's leg before thrusting its leg towards the door.
The locks fell off and landed on the floor without a noise because the figure's quick reflexes had acted and a hand had caught them just in time.
The figure moved to the door and opened it, hissing when it creaked. It steppd inside and looked around the room.
There was a window with a hole big enough for a youth to fit through. Broken wires hung loosely from the roof where cameras had been placed. There was a black desk that had a black chair behind it. Close to the door was a tray that held dried up and rotten food. A crumpled piece of paper lay before it's dirty shoe.
Something stuck out like a sore thumb among the dark room. In the corner nurturing a swollen hand, some one sat in a red dress.
Quietly the figure inched towards the person and sat down beside her.
"Hello there," it said in a friendly voice.
"Who the hell are you?"
"I'm afraid I can't remember."
"Don't play dumb with me," Ada spat.
"If I knew what my name was or who I am, then I would've told you by now."
Ada rolled her eyes and went back to examining her sore hand. The figure saw this and chucked a bottle of cream towards her.
"Use that, it'll help out a lot. I use it all the time."
Ada grabbed it and rubbed it on her hand. She watched as the wounds vanished right before her eyes and the pain was gone as well. She glanced towards the figure and was thankful for the cream, but then thought of something.
"Are you working for Wesker?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"So you're the same as me, aren't you?"
"I guess so." The figure looked at the hole and then to Ada. "Need some help with that hole?"
"What kind of sick trick are you playing. This is probably a command from Wesker so I can get caught and he can punish me," Ada's eye's narrowed.
To prove to Ada, the woman that the figure had no idea who she was, it went to the window and began to kick at the hole. And just like it had done to the door, it let power well up inside it's leg once more, then hitting the hole and making it big enough for Ada to fit through.
"There's the freedom you want."
"I know this is a trick."
"If you're not going then I am." The figure went through the hole and out the window. Once outside it called back to Ada. "Coming?"
Ada fought an inner battle for a moment. She hauled herself up and went out the window and followed the figure as it led them to an open window. When they reached it a pair of arms reached out and pulled both Ada and the figure inside.
They landed on the floor with a thud. Ada glared at Wesker as the figure plastered a bland look on it's face. Wesker picked the figure up by the neck and started yelling in it's face.
"Don't pull anything like that again! She is not to escape or you'll suffer. I need something to draw Leon close to his death."
Leon. The name struck a chord in the figure's mind. Where had it heard that name before? Suddenly memories started to flood through it's head. But before it could reconize any of them Wesker had slapped the figure across the face once he realized what was happening.
Wesker dragged the figure out of the room and placed Ada back in the one that she had been put in before. He closed up the hole quickly and then locked the door behind him, leaving Ada all alone once again.
Ada sat back in the corner that the figure had found her in and glanced towards the door. All her thoughts went to that strange figure.
She could help me get my freedom.
Branches and dead leaves crumpled under their feet. They quickly made their way to their trucks and pilled in. The engines started up with a roar and then they were off.
Leon sat in the passenger's seat beside Michael. He wasn't driving today because he had to tend to Barret's nasty injuries.
The bleeding had stopped just hours ago. The cut was swollen under the massive amounts of bandages and healing cream. Every time Barret had to move his hand, white hot pain would shoot through his entire arm.
Leon began to change the bandages. He felt quilty for his friend's injuries had done nothing but help Barret in cleaning it and taking care of it. He grabbed some cream and handed it to Barret so he could apply it on by himself, not wanting to add too much pressure to the wound.
The wound was begining to heal. In some places the skin was trying to reconnect. Dried up, cracked blood surrounded it. There was no sign of infection and no sign that Barret had been infected by the T-virus or that other virus that was causing a lot of problems.
When all the new bandages were put on, Barret gently waved his injured hand around to get some of the circulation back into it. He thanked Leon and stared out the window.
They were traveling on some old train tracks.It once used to be travelled on by a train that had been taken over by leeches a long time ago. Now they were extremely worn and couldn't be travelled on by a train anymore.
The trucks sped down it, towards Raccoon City.
Inside the truck that occupied Leon, Michael, and Barret, they were deep into a conversation about approaching Wesker and any of the plans that he had in store for them.
As they were riding along, with Michael behind the wheel, something jumped out in front of the vehicle.
"Oh shit," Michael yelled as he pulled on the wheel and sent the trucks hurling into the trees.
It was a hunter that jumped out. It had just been released by Wesker and his scientists, sent out to purposely kill Leon and all the others followed him.
Back to the truck that was spinning out of control through the forest, it finally stopped. But it wasn't in a very good spot.
Leon looked out the passanger's window and his eyes widened. "Shit," was all he said as the truck started to wobble.
On the very edge of a cliff, the truck's nose started to point down. A couple of rocks fell off the edge and plumetted into what seemed to be a bottomless pit. Ashley screamed as the truck tilted forward.
With one loud screeching noise the truck did a nose dive after the rocks, off the cliff.
Author's note #2: I forgot to put this in at the start, but I have posted the status of my stories inside my bio page to let everyone know what's happening to them.
PLUS! I have a new Resident Evil story that is being worked on and I have posted the summary in my bio under the story stats. The summary most likely will change and the title may do that too (although there isn't one as of yet).
Shout outs!
Shout-outs go to the following people: Foggy Brains, crazygirl306, KhasKlwn, and to anyone else who read this!