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The Hunter didn't seem to attack; it only appeared to toy with Chris a little bit more before getting tired or hungry, which ever came first. He rubbed his eyes frantically to get the blurry image clearer. Although it wasn't really an important thing to do, he could just about see it. A huge massive green mass standing only inches away. Its smell was something that could never be mistaken; even in a sewer he could detect the Hunter anywhere. And one more thing, the heavy breathing was something that was a disadvantage to the beast; it would give anyone its position. However that was something a Hunter could control when in a battle. It could see through black oil with twenty twenty vision, it could track down a small creature through the roughest weather and still kill it. And the strength and speed of one was something that couldn't be matched.
An almost perfect killing machine.
Chris carefully and as quietly as possible touched his surrounding area for his gun. However there was no sign of it whatsoever. Instead he pulled out the blowtorch from his bag and placed it in between his knees. The Hunter watched silently as its victim thought of something to save his life. It snarled and backed up into the darkness cloaking its monstrosity within the blackness. Preparing for the forthcoming confrontation.
And then there was silence, complete and utter stillness. That was also one annoying thing about a Hunter. They are the hunter and you the prey.
He didn't even have seconds to figure a way out of this. He searched his pocket for Claire's lighter, but he couldn't find it. Suddenly the Hunter came out from nowhere and charged into Chris flinging him to the wall. He hit it was a great force; he could feel his entire body shake as the concrete smashed into his spine. He slumped to the floor in pain still clutching the blowtorch with his hand. The lighter, however, lay further in the middle and it meant that he would have to move from the security of the wall into the unknown again. He dragged himself up and all of a sudden realised that he wasn't bleeding, only aching. It was playing with him, it was a surprise that it had some intelligence or thought in it since it was only used as a weapon.
Chris steadied himself and focused on the golden shimmer on the floor, all he had to do was lunge into its direction and grab it. But it was easier said than done. There was the Hunter to worry about, he could feel its beady eyes burning into him, it could see him and plan but he couldn't and he knew it would be a one shot at getting the lighter.
His adrenaline was at its peak and he felt as if he was indestructible. That was one thing about adrenaline it made you feel that everything was in your reach, in his case survival. He took a deep breath and shoved himself of the wall; in seconds the Hunter was on its move rushing towards Chris. The floor with the lighter was seconds away, but it felt as if time stopped and he was suspended in air. He placed his body in a rolling position for his landing. The Hunter appeared from the shadows, mouth wide, claws stretched out ready to finish what Chris started.
Chris reached out for the lighter and rolled onto the floor. The Hunter was almost seconds away from destroying him, but he quickly flicked the lighter on and aimed the flames into the beast. It shrieked for mercy as the hot blue flames melted its face; it retaliated and lashed the air hitting Chris in the stomach. He fell back hitting the ground hard; the Hunter cried again scraping at its eyes for the pain to stop. It fell to the floor whimpering in silence as the torment sank deep within it. Chris grasped his stomach and scrambled away from the animal, he almost felt sorry for it. He moved his hand away from his wound revealing blood; it wasn't that bad but it would hurt a hell of a lot.
He exhaled and relaxed, the animal was still alive. Its short small gasps drown the stillness away and gave the atmosphere a disturbing sensation. He glanced around for his gun and saw it not too far away from him; he got up and dragged his wounded body to it. Straining to pick it up he quickly turned to the Hunter.
One of its eyes glared at him, it was black and narrowed. The animal was afraid and in great suffering. Chris focused, aimed the gun at the Hunter's melted forehead and fired.
The loud gunshot echoed through out the room, never ending always replaying the same sound. The animal instantly stopped gasping, it stopped hurting, and it just lay in its blood, dead.
Chris fell to his knees tired; he really wanted to go to sleep right there and then, but the constant thought of his little sister lingered heavily within his mind. He got up and stumbled across the room to the door, he turned back and still saw the Hunter's mangled body. The stench of death was thick, like an invisible viscous mist cogging the lungs with it preventing oxygen from passing through. Then the smell of burn flesh was another thing it was nauseating and very much suffocating. He really needed to get out of that room fast.
The hall was clear and so was the stairs, he had to wait anyway for Leon. His ten minutes weren't up yet. Chris slid to the floor and laid his back on the wooden banister. The blood was still sinking into his shirt and down to his trousers. He wrapped his left arm around his waist trying to stop the bleeding. His right hand dropped down to his side covered in blood. He inhaled deeply wishing that Leon would hurry up. But as each time he prayed for the rookie to walk up those steps his hopes were dashed by the stillness of the stairway.
He closed his eyes feeling the weight of tiredness on his shoulders. He slowly fell to his side lying quietly on the cold floor and wanted only to sleep…
Raccoon city was absolutely beautiful in summer, the trees outside each house was magnificent. Bright and bold cherry blossom trees stood out from everything else. The silky soft pink petals floated delicately across the air as if they were pink snowflakes. Chris walked down the road from his block of apartments and turned into the main street. He didn't live that far from work and he really enjoyed the five-minute walk to and from the Raccoon Police Department.
Dressed in his green/black standard issue S.T.A.R.S uniform he quickly approached the huge department hands full with case files. He opened the door and walked inside the grand hall only to be greeted by the statue of the woman. He winked at it and carried on walking to the S.T.A.R.S office. He pushed the door open and there she was pouring herself that vital cup of coffee to start the morning with. Chris stopped where he was and gazed at the long legged woman. Her black skirt lay quite a bit above the knees exposing those luscious legs of hers. Her brown hair was down and laid just above her shoulders, he could just about smell her sweet perfume drifting around the air-conditioned room.
He smirked and placed the case files on a nearby table. She carried on with her morning ritual unaware of Mr Chris Redfield eyeing up her firm body, "Mr Redfield this can be counted as sexual harassment."
The young woman turned round and smiled. She wore a white shirt that was obviously very tight around her chest. He loved it though and she didn't mind him looking either. She stirred her cup of coffee, black, no sugar or milk, perfect for early morning wakeup calls, and took a long sip. She licked her lips and winked at him, "You have such a way with things Miss Valentine."
"I'm glad you notice Christopher," she was the only person that used his name in such as sensual way.
He walked forward wrapping his arms around her waist, "I missed you this morning," he whispered.
Jill placed the mug on her desk and moved closer into his body, "So sorry darling but I needed to finish some things here," she leant in closer gently kissing his lips with hers, "I promise I'll make it up to you tonight."
Chris eyes widen with an almost animal lust within them, "Can't wait," he whispered and glanced at the storeroom door. Jill followed his eyes, "Let's start early."
She frowned punching his arm playfully, "Mr Redfield?! What do you take me for?!"
He laughed and hugged her close, "Only the best for my princess."
She let go leaning towards the table with Chris still holding on. She picked up a file and opened it up; "As much as I love doing this with you we must get to work. Wesker is expecting the paperwork to be done today and," she glanced at her desk which was filled up with files of, and it seemed, endless cases, "and I've got a lot to do."
Chris pouted and snuggled into her neck, "Aww do I have to?"
Jill giggled, "Yes."
"Really?" he said planting sweet warm kisses all over her neck.
She laughed out loud which almost landed her into the floor, "Yes," she cried out in fits of ticklish laugher.
"When you're finished," called a voice from the back of the room. Both immediately let go of each other and stood at attention.
Wesker walked up towards them both, he pulled his shades away revealing baby blue gems. "Another case file Jill," he said passing her the brown folder. She smiled and took it from him. He quickly turned to Chris, "Redfield I believe there are some case files that need doing."
Chris nodded, "I'm on it sir."
"Uh-huh make sure that's the only thing your on," there was something almost sinister in the way he said it. As if he really hated seeing Jill and Chris together, always touching or kissing each other in public.
He placed his shades back over his eyes and backed away, "Oh before I go," he said quickly turning round with his G-lock in hand.
Chris looked at Jill as the folder she was holding fell aimlessly towards the floor covered in red. He didn't know what was happening, everything was moving so rapidly. He grabbed her before she crashed to the ground only to realise that she was already dead.
"Such a waste Chris," Wesker smirked, "If you only hadn't of known her she would still be here."
Chris was confused, he didn't understand what was going on or why his Captain was firing on them. But what was clear was she lying cold in her own blood.
Anger clouded his mind and he lunged forward struggling for the gun only to hear the weapon fire again.
They backed away, both with blood-drenched hands.
Chris gazed down at his chest and collapsed to his knees, "You bastard," he mouthed.
Wesker laughed, "Finally Chris! Finally!" he walked out to him placing the tip of the nozzle on his forehead, "Any last words?"
Chris looked up at him completely gob smacked, "You bastard."
Wesker sighed, "Guess not," and fired point blank…
Claire knelt by her brother. His wound was healed already due to the miraculous effects of the G.H.C; however he was still out of it. Leon sat on the floor quietly with Miriam sleeping near. Mike checked the ammo they had and Claire just stayed with Chris.
They dragged him into the generator room away from the naked corridor and stairway. It was the safest place to be, for now.
"You alright Claire?"
She looked up and smiled, "Yeah, and you?"
Leon shrugged, "Great. Just like old times."
She laughed, "It's good to see you."
"Ditto."
Mike sighed and glanced their way, "Right what I've gathered from our 'supplies'," he said glancing down at the sports bag, "we have one, and what I think is, a grenade launcher with six flame and grenade rounds. Five packs of 12 gauge shells left and some clips for the magnum and desert eagle."
"Ok," Claire said, "there are five of us. Miriam has the desert eagle, Leon has his shotgun, and you have your shotgun. Chris has his magnum and I have my grenade launcher and combat. Oh yeah and one H.E grenade for each of us. Let's hope this is enough to survive," she gave them a weak smile.
Mike smiled in her direction just for reassurance, "Don't worry Claire we handled things with a lot less."
Leon frowned just a bit, he really disliked that comment. Mike assumed that he knew her better than himself. The guy only knew her for only a few hours, ok; she might have told him very personal things since he was her psychiatrist but still. He bit his lip and went for it, "Doc," he said.
"Mike, please."
"Yeah whatever. 'Mike' tell me have you been in this like of situation before?" Leon didn't move or anything, he watched Mike as if he was about to do something spontaneous.
"Err no Leon I haven't," he replied.
Leon stood up and walked closer, his fist clenched, "So tell me how you can think that you can handle things with only a shotgun?"
"I didn't."
Claire could see the tension in them both mount, and on top of that Leon wasn't looking his cheerful self. Leon was one thing, but when provoked or angry he wasn't someone to be trifled with, "Leon what's wrong with you?"
"Nothing Claire, I just think Doc here-"
Mike frowned and walked up a few steps, "It's Mike, not Doc no nothing, just Mike."
"Like I said whatever. But it really annoys me how you, 'Mike' think this is all a game. You don't know fuck all. So do us all a favour and keep your naïve comments to yourself."
"Leon?!" said a wide-eyed Claire, "What the hell is wrong with you?!"
He turned to her, smiled and repeated, "Nothing Claire."
"Where the fuck do you get off telling me that?" Mike kept his voice cool and collective but there was a deep hint of anger.
"Someone who knows more about these things than you Doc," and he left it like that. He picked his shotgun up and walked back to the sleeping girl on the floor. He really disliked Mike, it wasn't only the Claire thing it was something else. The guy thought he knew everything and he certainly didn't feel genuine. There was something really wrong about Mike that he couldn't place his finger on. But what he could do was watch him closely.
Chris could hear the raised voices around him, two he knew were familiar but the other man's wasn't. He groaned as the pain on his stomach panged, "Claire?"
"Chris? How are you feeling?" she moved back giving him enough room to sit up.
He touched his stomach and grimaced, "Like shit."
Claire laughed, it was his way of saying that he was fine; she moved up and hugged him, "I'm so glad to see you."
He wrapped his arms around her, "And it was hard to find you."
She laughed, "Tell me about it, this place is like a maze or something."
"How did you find me?"
She let go and leant back on her feet, "Mike," she said glancing at the young man behind her, "and I were heading down from the third level when I saw you on the floor. Jesus Chris you scared me shitless, until I checked your vitals."
He nodded; "How you heal me so fast?" he gently touched the now vanished claw marks. The flesh was still tender but luckily the bleeding had stopped.
Claire opened her rucksack and threw the G.H.C bottle towards him, "I found this on one of the higher levels." Chris glanced at it and gave it back, "Leon and Miriam-"
"Miriam?" he said.
"Yeah, she's a nurse here. Leon found her alive; she's been through a lot. They appeared about a few minutes after we found you," and that was all she had to say, however Chris was looking at Mike strangely. She followed his direction and explained it all.
"Your psychiatrist huh?" he whispered.
She smiled and nodded, "Yeah."
Chris glanced down at the floor and then at his sister, "Claire," he said, "I'm-"
She stopped him mainly because she already knew and really didn't want to start the tears rolling, "Chris no, I understand and it's ok now. It's in the past and will stay there. Just like everything else."
"Even Steve?"
She froze as his words sank into her mind, "Yeah, even Steve. But I'll never forget."
He smiled and squeezed her hand, "I know Claire, I know."
"Well Redfield are you up for a little zombie ass kicking?" called Leon.
Chris stood up with the help of Claire and laughed, "As always Kennedy, but if there's nothing up…"
"Then we go down," finished Claire. He smiled because it felt all too normal, if there were nothing in the above levels then there would have to be something down. Way down.
"How?" interrupted Mike, "I mean with those metal shutters in place we can't escape-"
"This is an Umbrella facility Doc, you may no understand it but this isn't your normal hospital," commented Leon.
Mike narrowed his eyes, "I've gathered that. But why go down? We are trapped."
Leon laughed, "Then stay here Doc. Stay here were the monsters will get you."
"Leon that's enough," called Claire, "You two arguing isn't going to help us!"
"Your right Claire it won't but," he opened his bag up and pulled out a few maps of some sort, "but these will."
Claire moved closer and examined it, "I should of known," she whispered, "Where there's Umbrella you'll sure to find its secret labs."
"But how is this going to help us escape?"
Miriam opened her eyes and sat up, she saw four people talking about something. By the look on their faces she knew it was important. Leon turned round and smiled at her; she repaid that smile and said, "What's going on?"
"Our survival," he simply said.
Her expression did not change, "Oh is that all."
"Mike," spoke Chris, "The only way to open those shutters is to go down where everything is controlled. We find where the security system is we get out. Alive."
He fell silent as the realisation hit him with full force. He knew exactly what he was doing, stalling. He didn't partially want to go where the monsters came from. But as he looked at their situation he had no choice but to follow the leader. The leader being Claire's brother.
Christopher Redfield.
The Hunter didn't seem to attack; it only appeared to toy with Chris a little bit more before getting tired or hungry, which ever came first. He rubbed his eyes frantically to get the blurry image clearer. Although it wasn't really an important thing to do, he could just about see it. A huge massive green mass standing only inches away. Its smell was something that could never be mistaken; even in a sewer he could detect the Hunter anywhere. And one more thing, the heavy breathing was something that was a disadvantage to the beast; it would give anyone its position. However that was something a Hunter could control when in a battle. It could see through black oil with twenty twenty vision, it could track down a small creature through the roughest weather and still kill it. And the strength and speed of one was something that couldn't be matched.
An almost perfect killing machine.
Chris carefully and as quietly as possible touched his surrounding area for his gun. However there was no sign of it whatsoever. Instead he pulled out the blowtorch from his bag and placed it in between his knees. The Hunter watched silently as its victim thought of something to save his life. It snarled and backed up into the darkness cloaking its monstrosity within the blackness. Preparing for the forthcoming confrontation.
And then there was silence, complete and utter stillness. That was also one annoying thing about a Hunter. They are the hunter and you the prey.
He didn't even have seconds to figure a way out of this. He searched his pocket for Claire's lighter, but he couldn't find it. Suddenly the Hunter came out from nowhere and charged into Chris flinging him to the wall. He hit it was a great force; he could feel his entire body shake as the concrete smashed into his spine. He slumped to the floor in pain still clutching the blowtorch with his hand. The lighter, however, lay further in the middle and it meant that he would have to move from the security of the wall into the unknown again. He dragged himself up and all of a sudden realised that he wasn't bleeding, only aching. It was playing with him, it was a surprise that it had some intelligence or thought in it since it was only used as a weapon.
Chris steadied himself and focused on the golden shimmer on the floor, all he had to do was lunge into its direction and grab it. But it was easier said than done. There was the Hunter to worry about, he could feel its beady eyes burning into him, it could see him and plan but he couldn't and he knew it would be a one shot at getting the lighter.
His adrenaline was at its peak and he felt as if he was indestructible. That was one thing about adrenaline it made you feel that everything was in your reach, in his case survival. He took a deep breath and shoved himself of the wall; in seconds the Hunter was on its move rushing towards Chris. The floor with the lighter was seconds away, but it felt as if time stopped and he was suspended in air. He placed his body in a rolling position for his landing. The Hunter appeared from the shadows, mouth wide, claws stretched out ready to finish what Chris started.
Chris reached out for the lighter and rolled onto the floor. The Hunter was almost seconds away from destroying him, but he quickly flicked the lighter on and aimed the flames into the beast. It shrieked for mercy as the hot blue flames melted its face; it retaliated and lashed the air hitting Chris in the stomach. He fell back hitting the ground hard; the Hunter cried again scraping at its eyes for the pain to stop. It fell to the floor whimpering in silence as the torment sank deep within it. Chris grasped his stomach and scrambled away from the animal, he almost felt sorry for it. He moved his hand away from his wound revealing blood; it wasn't that bad but it would hurt a hell of a lot.
He exhaled and relaxed, the animal was still alive. Its short small gasps drown the stillness away and gave the atmosphere a disturbing sensation. He glanced around for his gun and saw it not too far away from him; he got up and dragged his wounded body to it. Straining to pick it up he quickly turned to the Hunter.
One of its eyes glared at him, it was black and narrowed. The animal was afraid and in great suffering. Chris focused, aimed the gun at the Hunter's melted forehead and fired.
The loud gunshot echoed through out the room, never ending always replaying the same sound. The animal instantly stopped gasping, it stopped hurting, and it just lay in its blood, dead.
Chris fell to his knees tired; he really wanted to go to sleep right there and then, but the constant thought of his little sister lingered heavily within his mind. He got up and stumbled across the room to the door, he turned back and still saw the Hunter's mangled body. The stench of death was thick, like an invisible viscous mist cogging the lungs with it preventing oxygen from passing through. Then the smell of burn flesh was another thing it was nauseating and very much suffocating. He really needed to get out of that room fast.
The hall was clear and so was the stairs, he had to wait anyway for Leon. His ten minutes weren't up yet. Chris slid to the floor and laid his back on the wooden banister. The blood was still sinking into his shirt and down to his trousers. He wrapped his left arm around his waist trying to stop the bleeding. His right hand dropped down to his side covered in blood. He inhaled deeply wishing that Leon would hurry up. But as each time he prayed for the rookie to walk up those steps his hopes were dashed by the stillness of the stairway.
He closed his eyes feeling the weight of tiredness on his shoulders. He slowly fell to his side lying quietly on the cold floor and wanted only to sleep…
Raccoon city was absolutely beautiful in summer, the trees outside each house was magnificent. Bright and bold cherry blossom trees stood out from everything else. The silky soft pink petals floated delicately across the air as if they were pink snowflakes. Chris walked down the road from his block of apartments and turned into the main street. He didn't live that far from work and he really enjoyed the five-minute walk to and from the Raccoon Police Department.
Dressed in his green/black standard issue S.T.A.R.S uniform he quickly approached the huge department hands full with case files. He opened the door and walked inside the grand hall only to be greeted by the statue of the woman. He winked at it and carried on walking to the S.T.A.R.S office. He pushed the door open and there she was pouring herself that vital cup of coffee to start the morning with. Chris stopped where he was and gazed at the long legged woman. Her black skirt lay quite a bit above the knees exposing those luscious legs of hers. Her brown hair was down and laid just above her shoulders, he could just about smell her sweet perfume drifting around the air-conditioned room.
He smirked and placed the case files on a nearby table. She carried on with her morning ritual unaware of Mr Chris Redfield eyeing up her firm body, "Mr Redfield this can be counted as sexual harassment."
The young woman turned round and smiled. She wore a white shirt that was obviously very tight around her chest. He loved it though and she didn't mind him looking either. She stirred her cup of coffee, black, no sugar or milk, perfect for early morning wakeup calls, and took a long sip. She licked her lips and winked at him, "You have such a way with things Miss Valentine."
"I'm glad you notice Christopher," she was the only person that used his name in such as sensual way.
He walked forward wrapping his arms around her waist, "I missed you this morning," he whispered.
Jill placed the mug on her desk and moved closer into his body, "So sorry darling but I needed to finish some things here," she leant in closer gently kissing his lips with hers, "I promise I'll make it up to you tonight."
Chris eyes widen with an almost animal lust within them, "Can't wait," he whispered and glanced at the storeroom door. Jill followed his eyes, "Let's start early."
She frowned punching his arm playfully, "Mr Redfield?! What do you take me for?!"
He laughed and hugged her close, "Only the best for my princess."
She let go leaning towards the table with Chris still holding on. She picked up a file and opened it up; "As much as I love doing this with you we must get to work. Wesker is expecting the paperwork to be done today and," she glanced at her desk which was filled up with files of, and it seemed, endless cases, "and I've got a lot to do."
Chris pouted and snuggled into her neck, "Aww do I have to?"
Jill giggled, "Yes."
"Really?" he said planting sweet warm kisses all over her neck.
She laughed out loud which almost landed her into the floor, "Yes," she cried out in fits of ticklish laugher.
"When you're finished," called a voice from the back of the room. Both immediately let go of each other and stood at attention.
Wesker walked up towards them both, he pulled his shades away revealing baby blue gems. "Another case file Jill," he said passing her the brown folder. She smiled and took it from him. He quickly turned to Chris, "Redfield I believe there are some case files that need doing."
Chris nodded, "I'm on it sir."
"Uh-huh make sure that's the only thing your on," there was something almost sinister in the way he said it. As if he really hated seeing Jill and Chris together, always touching or kissing each other in public.
He placed his shades back over his eyes and backed away, "Oh before I go," he said quickly turning round with his G-lock in hand.
Chris looked at Jill as the folder she was holding fell aimlessly towards the floor covered in red. He didn't know what was happening, everything was moving so rapidly. He grabbed her before she crashed to the ground only to realise that she was already dead.
"Such a waste Chris," Wesker smirked, "If you only hadn't of known her she would still be here."
Chris was confused, he didn't understand what was going on or why his Captain was firing on them. But what was clear was she lying cold in her own blood.
Anger clouded his mind and he lunged forward struggling for the gun only to hear the weapon fire again.
They backed away, both with blood-drenched hands.
Chris gazed down at his chest and collapsed to his knees, "You bastard," he mouthed.
Wesker laughed, "Finally Chris! Finally!" he walked out to him placing the tip of the nozzle on his forehead, "Any last words?"
Chris looked up at him completely gob smacked, "You bastard."
Wesker sighed, "Guess not," and fired point blank…
Claire knelt by her brother. His wound was healed already due to the miraculous effects of the G.H.C; however he was still out of it. Leon sat on the floor quietly with Miriam sleeping near. Mike checked the ammo they had and Claire just stayed with Chris.
They dragged him into the generator room away from the naked corridor and stairway. It was the safest place to be, for now.
"You alright Claire?"
She looked up and smiled, "Yeah, and you?"
Leon shrugged, "Great. Just like old times."
She laughed, "It's good to see you."
"Ditto."
Mike sighed and glanced their way, "Right what I've gathered from our 'supplies'," he said glancing down at the sports bag, "we have one, and what I think is, a grenade launcher with six flame and grenade rounds. Five packs of 12 gauge shells left and some clips for the magnum and desert eagle."
"Ok," Claire said, "there are five of us. Miriam has the desert eagle, Leon has his shotgun, and you have your shotgun. Chris has his magnum and I have my grenade launcher and combat. Oh yeah and one H.E grenade for each of us. Let's hope this is enough to survive," she gave them a weak smile.
Mike smiled in her direction just for reassurance, "Don't worry Claire we handled things with a lot less."
Leon frowned just a bit, he really disliked that comment. Mike assumed that he knew her better than himself. The guy only knew her for only a few hours, ok; she might have told him very personal things since he was her psychiatrist but still. He bit his lip and went for it, "Doc," he said.
"Mike, please."
"Yeah whatever. 'Mike' tell me have you been in this like of situation before?" Leon didn't move or anything, he watched Mike as if he was about to do something spontaneous.
"Err no Leon I haven't," he replied.
Leon stood up and walked closer, his fist clenched, "So tell me how you can think that you can handle things with only a shotgun?"
"I didn't."
Claire could see the tension in them both mount, and on top of that Leon wasn't looking his cheerful self. Leon was one thing, but when provoked or angry he wasn't someone to be trifled with, "Leon what's wrong with you?"
"Nothing Claire, I just think Doc here-"
Mike frowned and walked up a few steps, "It's Mike, not Doc no nothing, just Mike."
"Like I said whatever. But it really annoys me how you, 'Mike' think this is all a game. You don't know fuck all. So do us all a favour and keep your naïve comments to yourself."
"Leon?!" said a wide-eyed Claire, "What the hell is wrong with you?!"
He turned to her, smiled and repeated, "Nothing Claire."
"Where the fuck do you get off telling me that?" Mike kept his voice cool and collective but there was a deep hint of anger.
"Someone who knows more about these things than you Doc," and he left it like that. He picked his shotgun up and walked back to the sleeping girl on the floor. He really disliked Mike, it wasn't only the Claire thing it was something else. The guy thought he knew everything and he certainly didn't feel genuine. There was something really wrong about Mike that he couldn't place his finger on. But what he could do was watch him closely.
Chris could hear the raised voices around him, two he knew were familiar but the other man's wasn't. He groaned as the pain on his stomach panged, "Claire?"
"Chris? How are you feeling?" she moved back giving him enough room to sit up.
He touched his stomach and grimaced, "Like shit."
Claire laughed, it was his way of saying that he was fine; she moved up and hugged him, "I'm so glad to see you."
He wrapped his arms around her, "And it was hard to find you."
She laughed, "Tell me about it, this place is like a maze or something."
"How did you find me?"
She let go and leant back on her feet, "Mike," she said glancing at the young man behind her, "and I were heading down from the third level when I saw you on the floor. Jesus Chris you scared me shitless, until I checked your vitals."
He nodded; "How you heal me so fast?" he gently touched the now vanished claw marks. The flesh was still tender but luckily the bleeding had stopped.
Claire opened her rucksack and threw the G.H.C bottle towards him, "I found this on one of the higher levels." Chris glanced at it and gave it back, "Leon and Miriam-"
"Miriam?" he said.
"Yeah, she's a nurse here. Leon found her alive; she's been through a lot. They appeared about a few minutes after we found you," and that was all she had to say, however Chris was looking at Mike strangely. She followed his direction and explained it all.
"Your psychiatrist huh?" he whispered.
She smiled and nodded, "Yeah."
Chris glanced down at the floor and then at his sister, "Claire," he said, "I'm-"
She stopped him mainly because she already knew and really didn't want to start the tears rolling, "Chris no, I understand and it's ok now. It's in the past and will stay there. Just like everything else."
"Even Steve?"
She froze as his words sank into her mind, "Yeah, even Steve. But I'll never forget."
He smiled and squeezed her hand, "I know Claire, I know."
"Well Redfield are you up for a little zombie ass kicking?" called Leon.
Chris stood up with the help of Claire and laughed, "As always Kennedy, but if there's nothing up…"
"Then we go down," finished Claire. He smiled because it felt all too normal, if there were nothing in the above levels then there would have to be something down. Way down.
"How?" interrupted Mike, "I mean with those metal shutters in place we can't escape-"
"This is an Umbrella facility Doc, you may no understand it but this isn't your normal hospital," commented Leon.
Mike narrowed his eyes, "I've gathered that. But why go down? We are trapped."
Leon laughed, "Then stay here Doc. Stay here were the monsters will get you."
"Leon that's enough," called Claire, "You two arguing isn't going to help us!"
"Your right Claire it won't but," he opened his bag up and pulled out a few maps of some sort, "but these will."
Claire moved closer and examined it, "I should of known," she whispered, "Where there's Umbrella you'll sure to find its secret labs."
"But how is this going to help us escape?"
Miriam opened her eyes and sat up, she saw four people talking about something. By the look on their faces she knew it was important. Leon turned round and smiled at her; she repaid that smile and said, "What's going on?"
"Our survival," he simply said.
Her expression did not change, "Oh is that all."
"Mike," spoke Chris, "The only way to open those shutters is to go down where everything is controlled. We find where the security system is we get out. Alive."
He fell silent as the realisation hit him with full force. He knew exactly what he was doing, stalling. He didn't partially want to go where the monsters came from. But as he looked at their situation he had no choice but to follow the leader. The leader being Claire's brother.
Christopher Redfield.