Authors Note: Sorry for the pause in writing there guys, I ran into serious writers block as to where I wanted to go next in the story…That is why I'm writing this note. I need to give credit to author S.D. Perry because I re-read a chapter of her book "The Umbrella Conspiracy" in order to get a few ideas on where to go next. A lot of this chapter is my original ideas; however I need to give credit where credit is due. This won't happen again, but I couldn't not finish this story, so I needed help. So thank you S.D. Perry for your creative ideas….and on with the story…

The growls were getting closer and more intense with every second as Wesker grabbed for the brass door handle of the Spencer Estate. He expected to have to shoot the lock off, but it turned with ease.

The door was already unlocked.

He fumbled into the room, Barry, Jill and Chris following right behind. As Chris entered the room he slammed the door shut behind him.

"Move!" Wesker shouted.

Chris jolted out of the way as Wesker ran and locked the door, bracing all his weight up against it. He looked at his team as they wandered the room with astonishment.

Jill was the first to let out a heavy sigh. She had never seen such a beautifully adorned room before in her life. Nothing about the room seemed to falter; it was the epitome of perfection. The gold and brass were shiny, she could practically see her reflection in each of the black and white tiles on the floor, and carpets were as fresh looking, and flushed as fresh grass. It would really be a sight to take in if she could just relax, but those damn dogs—

"And Joseph," she thought, "He had always been a chauvinistic prick, but he was a team member, and she had let him down….they all had let him down…"

"Then again," she thought, "speaking of let downs, what about Brad…I can't believe he left us!"

Another thought she couldn't seem to shake was how well kept the place seemed to be. For a mansion abandoned 30 years ago, it seemed to age well.

Wesker backed away from the door; he could still hear the relentless clawing from the beasts outside.

He glanced at the door lock.

"It was unlocked when I grabbed it." He said.

"Think Bravo team is here?" Barry replied.

"My sentiments exactly, Burton." Wesker replied. "How are we doing weapons-wise?"

Chris and Barry checked their hip packs.

"Looks like between the two of us we have 2 clips of 9mm ammo, and Barry can suffice for his Colt." Chris said.

"I have 6 shots loaded, and a clip in reserve." Jill said.

"And I the same." Wesker stated.

"Sir," Barry said, "This place was abandoned 30 years back right?"

Wesker hesitated. "Yes Barry, why?"

"Well, it seems like it's been kept up pretty nicely considering, dontcha think?"

"I know Burton," Wesker glared at the man coldly through his black sunglasses, "I'm sure there has to be an explanation somewhere, so I suggest we look around."

Thump

"What was that?" Jill asked as she spun around to see where the noise came from.

"Sounds like it came from over there." Chris said pointing towards the dining room door, "I'll go check it out."

"Alright Redfield," Wesker replied, "Don't get cocky, if you need help fire off a round and we'll come find you."

Chris ran for the door and disappeared behind it.

As he entered on the other side he was astonished by the lavish beauty of the dining room. Everything last detail was enhanced by the light being cast from the fireplace and the candelabra on the table. All the room was missing was a party full of drunken aristocrats deciding the fate of the less fortunate.

That was the weird part.

This place had been abandoned for years, so where were the boarded up windows and rats running along the floor. This place should be condemned, not ready to host the president. It just didn't make sense.

Then he smelled it.

One of the most unexplainable, vile, stomach-turning smells he had ever experienced. It smelled like death on a hot summer's day. But it was faint.

"Must not be coming from this room." Chris thought.

Thump

He glanced quickly down the long corridor of a dining room to where he heard the noise from. It came from behind the only other door in the room. He quickly jogged down the aisle way, and opened the door.

When he ran through the smell overpowered him so strongly he had to brace himself on the door frame to keep from toppling over and vomiting right there on the spot. It seemed to surround him in the small, dimly lit hallway. He glanced around quickly to look for a window to open when he saw the silhouette of a man crouching on his knees in the only open room in the hallway.

He walked towards the room, gun cocked and ready, as he analyzed the man from behind. He seemed sickly skinny, with tattered clothes, thinning hair, and a very pale complexion.

"Turn around with your hands up!" Chris shouted.

The man turned in his direction.

Chris stumbled backwards in shock when he saw this man's…no this thing's face. He almost tripped onto his backside, and in the process of stabilizing himself had slammed the door of the room shut behind him.

"Shit," he thought as he tried the doorknob, "I'm locked in."

The creature started to slowly shuffle towards him, arms outstretched. Parts of his skin on its face were missing, the lining of his mouth stained red with blood. Other various parts of his body were tattered with holes in them at various places as well.

Chris had seen movies about this late night's back at the station.

Things that go bump in the night.

This wasn't a man…it was a zombie.

He fired two rounds into its torso and it dropped to the ground, let out a long slow wheeze of an exhale, and crumpled in a pile, dead, on the floor.

Chris stood catching his breath.

"What the fuck was that thing?" he said.

Zombies don't just jump off the screen and into reality.

"No this couldn't be zombies, it had to be something viral, with similar affects," he thought, "I have to alert the team."

He slowly, and very carefully stepped over the body on the floor, looking for a place of exit. There was a door to the far right corner of the room, and another opposite it on the left corner as well. He took a step in to see if the right door was unlocked.

"Ugggh."

He felt something grab his ankle.

Chris spun around and immediately fired two rounds directly down towards the floor, and right through the skull of his undead attacker. The bullets blew the head into several chunks and finally the body stopped moving as a puddle of blood surrounded what remained.

He had to get out of here and find help…fast.

"Let's see what's behind door number 2," he said sarcastically as he grabbed for the door in the right corner and flung it open, running right into another zombie that had been patiently awaiting his next meal.

Bang—Bang—Bang—

"Chris!" Jill shouted.

"Jill I want you to go check it out." Wesker ordered.

"Not alone…I'm going with her." Barry said, taking charge.

"Very well Burton." Wesker said, "I'll stay here and check around this area for any possible help."

Jill and Barry entered into the dining room in hopes of finding Chris there, only in need of a little back up.

The room was empty.

The each took separate sides of the dinning room table, guns raised, scanning for any potential danger. They circled the table and had reached the only other door in the room with no luck as for finding anything worthwhile.

"Alright, cover me." Barry said.

Jill was glad Barry had volunteered to go with her. She knew Wesker would rather see her dead then back her up. He had never liked her since the day she was sent over from New York City's S.T.A.R.S team. He thought she was no better then a petty thief, and a blemish on his perfect record. However Barry had stuck up for her, and was almost like a second father. Backing him up on this mission made thing seem slightly less weird.

They flanked into the room glancing down each side of the hallway. The far end was entirely shrouded in darkness, but from their standpoint they could see 3 doors, all shut.

"Let's try these doors, he had to go through one of them." He said.

They each tried a door, Barry grabbing the 2 far ones and Jill reaching for the third…all locked.

"Uggh."

"I know what you mean…he had to go this way, just how?" Jill said.

"That wasn't me sighing kid." Barry replied slowly.

Jill whipped around to see figure shambling out of the darkness at the other end of the hallway. Its arms were stretched towards them, and it's moans where hollow and bone-chilling.

"Stop right there!" Jill said.

The man kept moving forward.

Jill fired a round into its leg, but it didn't seem affected at all.

"What the—" She said.

"Move, I go this." Barry said shielding her to the side.

He fired one slug out of his Colt revolver and it slammed right into the soft skull of the man walking towards them, its head exploding in a wet, powdery mess on the walls around them.

It wasn't until they approach the body that they saw the S.T.A.R.S uniform it was wearing.

"Oh no," Barry thought, "Chris."

However as he got closer he saw that it was a rather large black skinned man.

"Ken Sullivan." He said.

"Bravo Team." Jill replied.

Ken had always been a nice guy, someone everyone on S.T.A.R.S could get along with. He had two beautiful kids and a wife, and was always ready to watch Barry's girls for him as well. Barry respected the man like his own brother. Whatever made him attack them like he did was somewhere in the mansion, and needed to be eliminated before Chris met up with it too.

"Don't get hung up kid," Barry said, thinking about his own family, and how badly he wished he could see his wife and girls right now, "The sooner we find Chris the sooner we can get out of here."

"I think we should report this to Wesker." Jill said.

"Good thinking." Barry replied as they headed back towards the door to the dining room.

"Rest in peace Ken." Barry said.

Wesker watched as the two teammates headed into the dining room, the door shutting behind them.

He had known the mansion wasn't abandoned well before the team had ever set foot in the helicopter to begin with. Everything would have been going perfectly to plan, however, if Vickers hadn't decided to abandon them with minimal supplies.

"Damn you Brad," Wesker thought. This was supposed to be a test for his team…not for him. Now he was in just as much danger as they were.

He had to find a way to take control of this situation before Jill and Barry, or even Chris decided to resurface, though he was pretty sure, and rather glad that Redfield had met his demise already at the hands of some beautiful creature in the halls of this house.

Wesker never liked Redfield from day one. He was a cocky little punk who thought his shit didn't stink. He walked around as though he demanded to be treated as a superior, a rookie fighter-pilot who was grounded, but kept his head in the clouds.

He was captain material.

Wesker grinned from behind his dark sunglasses and decided he should check if the first floor ammunition shelter was unlocked, or rather still stocked enough to aide him ni any way. He moved for the door to the first floor hallway, opposite the dining room, opened it up, and walked inside.

"This should only take a moment." He thought as he walked through into the hallway. He would get some ammo, find a computer, and send his third report back to HQ within the hour.

That's when he felt the cold barrel of a pistol on the back of his head.

"Don't move you fucking S.T.A.R.S. son-of-a-bitch!" The voice said.

Just as the door to the first floor hallway shut, Jill and Barry came scrambling through the dining room back into the foyer.

"Wesker!" Barry shouted.

"Captain?" Jill echoed.

There was no response.

"You check down here, I'll check the upstairs." Barry said.

The two Alphas roamed the foyer on both levels but found nothing.

Wesker was gone.

"We have to split up and find him." Jill said.

"And Chris," Barry added.

"You take down here, and I'll look up there," Jill said.

The two nodded and went their separate ways.

"Jill, if you need anything, you know what do to…I'll be keeping an ear out." Barry said from below.

"Me too." Jill shouted.

Jill heard Barry pick a door as it opened and closed behind him. She was alone.

"Alright," she said, "cue the scary music." As she picked a door of her own and disappeared behind it.