Warning: Contains Extreme Spoilers to the new additions to Resident Evil Remake. So if you haven't played the game yet. You probably shouldn't read yet. But either way it's your loss. Enjoy.
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Resident Evil Rebirth
Chapter 7: Threshold to the Horror
(Spensor Mansion- Rear Courtyard)
Chris Redfield walked threw the door that was at the top of the main hall's stairs to find it was a back door into some sort of courtyard. He looked around seeing another one of those zombie-like creatures, only this one was crawling on the ground and seemed to be defenseless. Chris could see the bloodlust in the monster's eyes and showed no sympathy as he pulled the trigger knowing they were dead either way. He walked past the crippled corpse and found a welcome sight, several zombies had been taken down with perfect head shots and there seemed to be a trail.
Chris smiled and ran down the trail, he was filled with extreme relief as he ran down the trail but then he saw something that was very unwelcome. A very thick layer of large thorn bushes kept him from moving further and those monstrous hell hounds were on the other side barking in anger as they couldn't reach him. Chris stomped the ground. In destroying the thorns he would give himself safe passage, yet it did the same for them. "To hell with it." he muttered as he walked back toward the mansion.
As he rounded the corner he noticed another trail only this one was surrounded by a tall black metal fence. Chris looked down the trail not seeing anything that could cause him trouble. He reached into his pocket removing his flashlight and moved forward into the darkness. He was surprised to come upon a strange memorial of an angel holding a bow and arrow, then he noticed that the arrowhead was made of a green gem. A discarded arrow shaft was at his feet as well. He got closer and saw that there was some sort of an open tomb there. The corridor was lit by flames and at least fifty steps straight down. Chris sighed as he started down "Chris Redfield as Indian Jones in the Temple of Doom Special Edition." he muttered as he made his way down.
Chris Redfield slowly walked down the eerie stone stairway that seemed to go several feet underground, he could feel a strange heat from the many fires that seemed to be down there. The murky water that seemed to have entered from the previous day's rain splashed under his heavy combat boots, threatening to slip him up. But Chris had been in much worse environments and situations before, this was a mental lie that he kept repeating to himself to try and keep his sanity. This place officially scared him deeply and now he was fighting to keep his courage as he continued down this on earth entrance to Hell. He breathed heavily as he kept the Beretta gripped between his sweaty hands.
Chris walked out into a large open chamber that seemed to be made of nothing but stone, he quickly sweeped his Beretta round the room finding that part of it was completely shadowed over. He then looked to his left finding a strange collection of tombstones each one with an outstanding face carved into them. Each face seemed to be unique in an interesting way, most of them were human faces only they each lacked a certain attribute. One was missing it's eyes, another was missing it's ears, the third was missing it's mouth, the fourth was missing it's nose. In the center between the second and third human faces was a strange skull that had a pair of emeralds for eyes. Chris had no time to try and figure out what it was all about and headed into the shadowed area.
He turned on his flashlight to find a small furnace that seemed to use natural gas, Chris reached into his pocket and removed the gold plated lighter that Jill had given him for Christmas while he bought her that unique swiss army lockpick. He flipped off the cap and lit the furnace, the fire burned and suddenly a large stone covering closed. Chris looked around as all the torches in the room started burning, Chris flipped off his flashlight and placed it back in his belt. He looked down to see another one of those things. He jumped back aiming his Beretta but then noticed that it had a clean head shot and was obviously dead. Chris looked up and saw a sight for sore eyes.
He rushed over as he noticed the familiar orange vest of Edward Dewey, original pilot of the Bravo Team turned marksman. Chris grabbed his ally's shoulders as he noticed a pair of night-vision goggles laying next to him, he shook him "Edward. Ed wake up. Come on snap out of it!" he half shouted not wanting to attract zombies. Edward groaned as he raised his hands to hold his head "Wha...Chris! Oh man. You have no idea how good it is to know you Alphas came. This place is a damned killing zone." he got to his feet. He then pointed to the downed zombie "And these things are everywhere!" he said pointing to the already expired monster.
Chris stood up holstering his handgun "I know. We already saw one. It...it killed Kenneth. Sorry man." Edward just sighed popping a new clip into his beretta, he had four remaining clips hanging from his belt, plenty of ammo. He also had a Glock 17 for which he also had three magazines of his own.
Edward sighed before turning to Chris and producing strange metal bound book "I found this on the floor before that thing attacked me then it hit my head on something." Chris took the book and looked at it strangely "The Book of Curse?" he said raising an eyebrow.
Edward just brought his arms up showing he didn't get it either. Chris flipped threw the book it seemed to be a lot of those old campfire stories about vampires, zombies and the wolfman but Chris suddenly found a page that was written in blood "The face that hears no evil, the face that sees no evil, the face that speaks no evil, the face that smells no evil and the face that can do no evil. When all are brought together evil will awaken." Chris closed the book.
Edward looked up "Either this place is haunted on somebody is trying to scare us." suddenly Edward noticed something on the back cover. He slid forward removing it from the back of the strange book. He smiled with delight "Hey Chris. I found a key! And I saw this mark of a sword back in the mansion." he exclaimed.
"Great. Thats one good thing." Edward was suddenly looking around "Hey man. Where is everybody? And shouldn't Brad have called in the RPD?" Chris suddenly cracked his knuckles in annoyance.
Chris looked up at Edward a look of anger in his eyes "Brad! Little fucking Chickenheart! He left us for dead to those dogs! Me and Jill were only a few meters from the chopper when he decided we were invincible to teeth!" Chris growled.
Ed looked at him a look of disbelief "You have got to be shitting me... " Chris simply shook his head and told of how Wesker and Jill had already gotten in a line to kick Brad's ass. Edward shrugged "Lets just get outta here." he muttered and began walking toward the stairs.
Chris was suddenly stopped as he felt a puddle of wetness below his feet, he looked down to see a puddle of blood. But the zombie was at least ten feet away, suddenly there was a wetness in his hair. He reached his hand up and got another drop of wetness on it. He suddenly stepped back and looked up. A large heavy metal coffin was suspended by four large chains and blood dripped from it.
Edward turned to hail Chris to the doorway and saw this "Man, fuck this!" Chris half shouted and ran toward the stairs. Him and Edward ran out of the crypt as fast as they could and ran back to the mansion's door. They entered very creeped out "We gotta find Jill and Joseph. They probably found something." Chris said.
Suddenly there were a few gunshots that echoed threw the hall followed by a familiar shout that sounded like it was in distress. Chris looked up "Jill!" he gasped "Edward you go that way I'll check the other doors." he said pointed toward the dinning room. Ed left without hesitation and Chris ran to the east side doors.
(East Wing Threshold-Spensor Mansion)...at the same time...
Jill Valentine and Joseph Frost both burst threw the East Wing double doors their weapons raised. They found a strange room with a large statue in it, Jill lowered her twin Berettas seeing there was nothing to fear so far. Joseph closed the doors behind him as he saw it was clear. Jill noticed another small hall and quickly ran to check it out. After a short time Joseph hailed her "Jill. Did you find anything?" he asked as she began walking back.
"No. Nothing that looks very important." she walked out carrying a small orange battery pack and some AA Batteries that would work for her flashlight. She held up the battery pack "But this should work for my stun gun. Somebody up there still likes me." she praised as she slipped both into her side pack. Joseph scoffed pointing at the other door in the room. Jill approached it and Joseph acted as her cover.
Jill slowly took hold of the handle and turned it gently, it was locked and good. Joseph sighed at this as he began to walk away. Jill checked it out there was an engraving of a sword on it "Difficult lock. It'll take me some time." she removed her lock pick and went to work. It clicked thirty seconds with a soft mechanical noise "Got it!" she let out as she opened the door. There was strangely no reply.
She turned to see that her partner was missing "Joseph?" she asked as the double doors closed "Must have gone back to check with Barry. He should probably report anyway." Jill decided he could take care of himself as she turned and walked threw the doorway ready for anything.
She found herself standing in a long hall. It was covered in lush carpet and reminded her of the passage to Brian Irons trothy room where he kept some old armor and a nice little lounge for meetings, he may have been a pain but he had good taste. Two windows were cracked which allowed a refreshing breeze to flow threw. She thought nothing of this and ran down the length of the hall and threw another door. Then she could smell it in the next hall, the putrid smell of the undead. She felt herself gag but she didn't want to pull a Brad and throw up all over herself over this. She raised both her Berettas and walked down the halls going threw the first door on her right.
She found a restroom. A very nice restroom with marble counters and ceramic tile, there was an old fashion tub sitting there filled with dirty water. The foul smell seemed to be generated from the algie coated water. Jill decided to drain the tub and rid the hall of such a smell. She pulled the plug but in doing so awakened yet another of the living dead.
It rose up from the water causing Jill to fall back in shock. This one was even more disgusting than the last one. It was filthy! It's cloths were covered in dirt and slime, algie seemed to grain from it's mouth as it stood. Jill felt herself gagging from the horrible smell as the zombie fell out of the tub and grabbed her boot. Valentine quickly reacted on instinct and brought her foot down onto it's head as hard as she could.
The softened bone marrow of the bone suddenly gave way as Jill stomped and her foot just plain splattered under her foot, as if she had stomped on an old watermelon. It's head cracked open and the cerebral liquid from it's brain squirted all over the floor. Jill suddenly lost it as her stomach knot up as she brought a hand to her mouth. She knew she was going to be sick and rushed for the toilet throwing up as soon as she got there. As she let the evidence fall from her throat she gave herself a mental talk on how it was kill or be killed and how she shouldn't feel guilty their dead already.
It would be like stepping on an already crushed bug. She pulled away from the toilet and fell against the wall looking back at the tub when she saw something sparkle. She got up and checked finding a ring of old metal keys, she slipped them into her pocket. She didn't need them with her lock pick but somebody else could use them. She slowly walked out of the restroom her head held down.
Suddenly she felt herself being grabbed from behind and turned to see a rather tall muscular zombie, it had been in the hall the whole time and now it had her. Jill tried to hold it back but it managed to bite into her shoulder, which just happened to be wearing armor. It came back grabbing it's face, Jill quickly jumped kicking it in the chest sending it against the wall. She quickly unholstered her twin Berettas and fired five rounds from each of them into the monster's chest. Crimson life fluid ran down the monster's chest as it stopped twitching. She then kicked it hard twice before she turned around and started moving.
Jill quickly turned and ran around to another door quickly going threw and slamming it behind her. She found herself with a strangely high ceiling carved completely in stone, there were also carvings that depicted an ancient battle. But Jill wasn't gonna hang around in a room with two entrances, she quickly ran threw the next door both of her handguns raised.
She burst threw the door and aimed her weapons around not seeing anykind of threat, she sighed "Nothing. No zombies and no blood. Bliss." she muttered as she looked over the room. Unfortunately there were no Bravos and no Captain Wesker. There was a set of leather furniture and a large oak table, there were also several animal heads around the room but the most noticeable thing was actually useful. She found a box of shotgun shells that contained twenty-four shells. But something even better was just above them.
A well preserved and recently polished Remington M870 Pump Shotgun hung by a pair of hooks on the wall. Jill rushed over and removed it from the wall with exited hands, the powerful shotgun was strangely familiar then she noticed it was just like the one Chris was hauling around right now. It was loaded already with six 12-guage shells and seemed to match the twenty-four she had just found. She pumped it checking the sights "Now this is what I'm talking about." Jill said smiling. The hooks that held the shotgun suddenly moved up and locked in place, Jill didn't know what to think of this but left anyway, dropping the loose shells into her side pack.
As she walked out into the next room a handful of gray sand fell from the ceiling falling onto her shoulders and chest. "What the..." she asked looking up to see the unbelievable. The ceiling was slowly descending. In a panic Jill ran to the exit and pulled on the handle it was electronically locked, as was the other one. She began sweating as she looked around "Oh God. What do I do now." Jill muttered to herself. She quickly ran to the door and began pounding on it. "Barry! Wesker! Help!" she squealed.
Chris Redfield who had just entered the hall turned his head as he heard the call of distress "Jill?" he ran to the door that the sound was coming from. "Jill! Are you in there!" he yelled pulling his shotgun off his shoulder. "Chris?" Jill let out in relief. She looked up to see the ceiling just a few feet over her head. "Get me out of here! The doors locked tight!" she screamed.
Hearing the distress in her voice Chris knew it was more urgent than a locked door. He brought up his shotgun pumping it "Stand back! Fire in the hole!" he yelled as he blasted point blank at the door knob breaking it off completely. The door swung open showing the ceiling the ceiling three feet over the crouching Jill. "Oh God. Grab my hand!" Chris ordered. Jill took his arm as she was pulled out safely as the ceiling met the floor.
Chris and Jill rolled back against the wall, Jill falling over Chris on all fours. They both gave each other a strange stare as they had ended up in a very awkward position. They soon got to their feet brushing themselves off. Chris looked at the room that was now a wall "That! Was too close." Chris muttered. Jill suddenly hugged Chris squeezing the life out of him. She was scared, scared of this place. That much was obvious. Chris put his free hand on her head as she hugged him "Hey it's okay." Chris said pulling her chin back up with his index finger.
Jill released him and fell against the wall "This place is completely insane." she moaned as she brought a hand up to whip the sweat from her brow. Chris pumped the shotgun and the used shell fell from the barrel "Tell me about it. We have zombies and hellhounds and now a house right out of some old horror flick." he punched the drywall making a large dent. He turned to look at Jill "By the way I found Edward." Chris said.
Jill looked up at him "Is he..." she started to ask but was interrupted by the sound of running footsteps in the hall. Chris and Jill both brought up their shotguns but lowered them as Edward Dewey suddenly came into view. He looked up at them "Jill." he said and rushed over to them. "Good to see your alright." Jill hit him in the shoulder "Same to you too." he had a grim look on his face.
He sighed as he dug into his side pack and removed a video "I...I found this on Kenneth's body. Barry and Joseph said they were gonna check out upstairs. I'm gonna go back to the main hall and try to find a phone or something." Chris and Jill both nodded agreeing it was a good idea. Edward smiled somewhat "Don't worry about me. I've got my friends here to keep me company." he said hinting to his issued Beretta and Glock. With that said he walked off.
Chris suddenly turned to Jill looking down at her shotgun "Well at least your better armed now. You should probably head back to the main hall. I'm gonna check out the second floor. If anything happens scream again." he said mocking her.
Jill playfully punched him in the chest. "No problem. I'll be fine from now on just watch you ass." she then remembered "Oh yeah. You could probably use these. I have my lockpicks after all." Jill produced the ring of small keys and gave them to Chris who took them. Jill then smiled and walked away.
Chris smiled and turned to the next door, according to a map he found in the art room the stairs were nearby and there was also an office where he could probably find something useful. He attached the sword key to the ring and headed threw the nearest door.
Chris knew survivors had to be alive and he knew he would have to continue...though the world of survival horror.