Enrico Marini felt as though he'd been walking in circles all night.

"Is this place just some giant circle or something?" he said.

Ever since he had left Forrest back in that room he had been meandering his way through as many different paths as he could find in the back yard of the Spencer Estate. There were several different outcomes, none of which he particularly enjoyed running into, but it seemed every time he thought he had found something new, he always ended up right back where he started.

"How the hell did anyone ever find their way around this place in the dark? I mean, c'mon, I have to be missing something." Enrico thought as he took a break and sat down on the soft, wet ground he had trampled over so many times before this evening.

It had been awhile since he had seen the back of the mansion. Even though he had been wandering in circles he had managed to lose himself pretty deep in the surrounding forest of the property; however he knew he wasn't lost yet because earlier that evening both Forrest and himself had to climb over a barbed wire fence that separated the estate grounds from the surrounding woods, and he hadn't jumped any fences since.

"I could definitely use a break," he said as he removed his water bottle from his hip pack and took a sip, "I wonder how Forrest is holding up."

He set his S.T.A.R.S issue Nalgene water bottle on the ground next to him, and leaned his back against the wall he had sat down near, in order to better assess his surroundings.

He kept ending up right back at the same spot, another graveyard, and this one with slightly less distinguished and dirtier grave stones then the Spencer burial grounds he and Forrest had found earlier. Seventy-five percent of the area was graves, then there were trees, and the occasional creepy statue, and then in the center a staircase down to what Enrico believed to be an underground mausoleum, and the only place he hadn't explored yet. In fact the whole area seemed rather busy with stuff, but the area he was in was apparently sanctioned for new grave sites, but never used. He sat in an open field about forty-feet wide and long. It seemed freshly tilled, but horribly under-kept. There was no grass planted, but just chunks of dirt and grass strewn about as if a giant tilling machine came through and ground up the area, but left without repairing any of it.

"Some grounds crew," Enrico chuckled as he reached for his water bottle to take another drink.

Just then something caught his eye.

The water, in his water bottle, was vibrating slightly. It seemed as though some form of weak tremor was spreading through the ground, as Enrico couldn't feel any shaking, but his water was showing the vibrations.

"Strange," he thought, "the Arklay Mountains aren't normally prone to earthquake activity."

Just then he started to feel it. The vibrating got progressively worse, and seemed to get more violent with every second that went by. He braced himself on the wall and stood up, but could barely move around without falling down from the shaking.

"Something is wrong here, this can't be an earthquake," he thought.

Just then, amidst the rumbling, he heard it. A high pitch, continuous roar, almost to the pitch of a dog whistle, but just low enough to be ear-piercingly painful.

And it was coming from right underneath him.

Something was coming up from underneath the ground, and whatever it was, it wasn't happy.

"Holy shit!" Enrico exclaimed as he grabbed his water bottle and ran for the grave yard.

Just as he had gotten away from where he previously sat, a gigantic worm, at least twenty-feet wide, and so long that more then half of it was buried underground, came flying out of the ground, and slammed down knocking Enrico to the ground. It had no eyes or other facial features, but simply one large circular mouth, with razor sharp teeth inside the entire circumference. If its battle cry had been hard to handle from underground, what it was wailing now could've made Enrico's ears begin to bleed.

It lunged for Enrico's leg, and was able to sink one of its teeth into his calf before Enrico shot it in the mouth and pulled away.

"I've got to get away from this thing, and fast." Enrico decided.

He made the quickest choice he could, and began to run of the mausoleum. Half way there he realized that if he was going to go underground it may be in his best interest to stall his attacker, if not at least stun it somewhat until he could find some way of getting out of the underground burial site and to a safer location. Without a second's hesitation he turned around, facing the beast, which was still collecting it's bearing from emerging from underground, and tossed his last fragmentation grenade at the wall behind the monster. He dove for cover inside the mausoleum's stairwell, and after the explosion, peaked out to see if his plan had worked.

Where there had once been a gigantic worm, and a wall old enough to almost have fallen itself, was now a mess of smoke, blood, and stone. The wall, as planned, had collapsed on top of the worm, which, since it did not seem to be above the surface anymore, must've retreated back underground in either pain or fear. Now all there was were the remnants of worm skin and blood, which stained the stones that now covered up the hole the creature had left in the ground. Enrico was hoping that this would keep the monster at bay until he could find a way out of the underground tunnel he had now found himself in.

He turned around and looked at his new location.

It was a small tunnel, only slightly wider then his own shoulder-width, and not much taller then himself either. It was dimly lit by what seemed to be kerosene torches that hung from the ceiling, and was adorned with spider-webs, and other various gross obstacles, which had developed from what one could assume to be years of poor care.

"Apparently I was wrong," Enrico thought, realizing this was no mausoleum, "I s'pose you can't judge a book by its cover."

He checked himself for any other cuts or bruises. In diving down the stairs he had twisted his ankle, and from the looks of things cut his arm pretty badly. However his main concern was his bleeding leg. He ripped off part of his shirt, and used it as a band-aid, braced himself on the wall, and began a slow limping process down the newly found tunnel. He recounted his ammo situation in his head, and just to be safe, decided it be best not to holster his pistol at this point, it would take to long to brace himself to remove it later if that worm came back.

The limp down the hall was relatively uneventful, which, to Enrico, came across as a rather double-edged sword.

"It's quite, too quite." He said to himself, chuckling. Everything seemed so horror-movie-dramatic he couldn't help himself but be corny, even in the face of danger.

He approached what looked like a fork in the road, as he saw light spilling from around a corner to his right. He could either continue forward down the hall, which seemed to go off to the left and up another staircase to the surface, or off to the right and down another hall. As he came near the fork he heard a familiar voice, talking on what he could gather to sound like a walkie-talkie.

"Yes captain, I've been looking, but I don't think they are here."

He heard the walkie-talkie click out, and then back in.

"I know, but I don't even know where to lead them. Hell, I'm no liar, and they're Bravos sir, they are S.T.A.R.S just like me, they'll know I'm lying."

"Barry?" Enrico thought. But who could he be talking too, and what would he need to lie about?

"I'm totally against this sir, there has to be a different way. I…no sir, um…I understand."

The walkie-talkie clicked out. Enrico had to get a closer spot to listen from. He began to limp forward.

"Just, relax, I'll do it. Alright? I should have just enough am-"

Just then Enrico's bad ankle found a loose stone that went out from underneath him.

"Ouch!" He yelled as he collapsed to the floor.

"I have to go sir. Burton out."

Just then Barry Burton came running around the corner to find Enrico sitting on the ground cradling his wound and sprained ankle.

"Enrico! Am I glad to see you! Are you alright?" Barry asked as he fell to the floor next to his comrade.

"I'm…I'm fine, Barry" Enrico replied, weak, tired and confused.

"Good, good, you look hurt though. Let me move you into the light so I can take a look at you better." Barry said as he helped Enrico up and moved him into the light of the hallway he had just come from.

Enrico sat up against the wall, feeling the fatigue from his battle with the worm, combined with the loss of blood, pain in his ankle, and this situation with Barry finally catching up to him. He needed to rest, but could he trust Barry enough to do so?

"How," Enrico strained to talk, "How did you get down here?"

"Your wiped out," Barry replied, "Don't worry about it, just be glad I found you in time. Here, take this." Barry pulled a little green pill out of a bottle in his hip-pack. "It should help slow the bleeding."

Enrico took the pill and washed it down with water from his bottle.

"Alright," Barry said, "You rest here, and I'll run off and find some help." He ran off down the hall and disappeared into the darkness of the shadows.

Just then, as Enrico began to doze off he heard fast-paced footsteps, and a girl's voice.

"Holy shit, what the fuck was that thing!"

"Jill!" Enrico shouted as best he could, "Is that you?"

Just then Jill Valentine came running down the hall, covered in dirt and sweating pretty badly. Enrico assumed she must've had a run in with the same worm from before.

"Jill," he said, weaker then he was before, "I need you to listen to me. Something is very wrong here."

"Enrico," she replied, "oh my god, are you alright? You look horrible."

"That's not important, listen, something is wrong here, you aren't safe."

"Trust me," Jill said, "I know, there are zombies everywhere."

"That is not what I mean Jill, there is something sinister going on here amongst our team, and I think there is a traitor in our S.T.A.R.S." Enrico said, he could feel it getting harder and harder to speak, he needed to rest, but this was important.

"A traitor?" Jill said surprised. "Who?"

"Well I heard two of them talking right here. It seemed as though they want to kill us off one by one." He replied.

"Who were they Enrico? Are you sure?" Jill said.

"Yes, I am," Enrico replied, "I'm not sure who they were talking to over their walkie-talkie, but the person I saw was—."

Just then a loud bang rang off the walls of the small tunnel.

Jill jumped back, and looked down to see Enrico slump over in a heap to the ground.

He had been shot.

"Oh my god," Jill said, trying to accept what just happened. Enrico was right, there was a traitor, and whoever they were, they were right down this hallway.

"I'm sorry Enrico," she said, "I won't let them get away with this."

Jill got up and ran off into the darkness after the attacker.

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Barry knew that if Wesker had seen him helping Enrico instead of killing him, then his family would be as good as gone, so he had to do something to keep Wesker happy. The pill he had given Enrico was actually an aspirin, whish actually loosens blood, as opposed to help slow down any bleeding.

"It's a cheap shot," Barry thought to himself, "but I don't have the heart to shoot a friend, at least this way he'll die in his sleep."

He turned around to make sure Enrico had decided to rest, and then he heard it.

"Jill! Is that you?"

Enrico must've heard someone coming down from the other staircase. If it was Jill, and if Enrico had actually heard Barry's walkie-talkie conversation with Wesker, then things could get very messy. Barry panicked as he listened.

"That is not what I mean Jill, there is something sinister going on here amongst our team, and I think there is a traitor in our S.T.A.R.S."

"Shit," Barry thought, "he did hear what I said."

Barry began to think about his options. He didn't have much time, and if he let Enrico keep talking to Jill then she would find out about him, and then his family would be as good as dead. He loved Enrico, like a brother, but he couldn't let Wesker kill his wife and daughters, he finally began to realize what his situation really meant.

"Kill or be killed." He said to himself solemnly as he removed his colt from its holster and began to take aim from the shadows.

"Yes, I am, I'm not sure who they were talking to over their walkie-talkie, but the person I saw was—."

It was the moment of truth.

BANG

Barry looked away and pulled the trigger, then watched his teammate, his colleague, and his friend, slump over face first in a dead heap on the floor of the tunnel.

"Enrico," he said, "I'm so sorry."

Barry turned and ran off into the darkness; he couldn't let Jill catch him.

"Please don't follow me Jill," Barry thought, "I don't want to have to hurt you."