Chapter 7. "Separated."
The water ran from under one of the toilets. Just by the reflection of the light, the place leaked water. Jill made sure to place her footing carefully. "What? Someone is showering and cleaning."
She heard some form soft movement, and stopped breathing. She holstered her pistol then she tugged at her back for a sling to greet her hand, then pulled on it for her secondary weapon, which was an MP5k sub-machine gun, and walked while focusing her aim at the toilet doors.
Toward the back by the third door she'd come through, a seated corpse seemed to slump toward her. "Sorry to Interrupt." she said and opened fire.
The loud noise of the gun and flashes echoed through the bathroom, like a thunder along with flashes of orange light encompassing the room. The creature jerked back several times and it stopped moving.
It took few seconds for the creature to melt, with a sigh Jill continued her way to the next room wary of nearby sounds. Jill ejected the clip and judged the weight of it, she used half the clip.
'Pretty sloppy Valentine.' Jill nagged herself.
The next room had more bunk beds, though there is a desk and lockers in the other side. Each of the lockers looked to have been mostly put into place. Several of the doors hung open revealing the contents. Jill drifted her light toward it to see a bottle of painkillers at the top of one of the lockers. She grabbed the bottle and it felt mostly new.
'Could come in handy.' Jill mentally shrugged.
Still though, the lack of light was unsettling.
Getting troubled by all of this she ran out of the room, she found herself in the other side of the hallway.
The hallway had two decorated doors; one was to her immediate left. She checked the handle of the door. 'Locked… figures.' Jill wasn't too surprised by it. The other one was in front of her sealed with metal crates. Each of them looked pretty heavy to move.
She could hear the sounds of corpses, though it seems they were far away and a door closing fast. The way the sound came, just sent a shiver down her spine. From what Jill could tell, the Oozes skin were of a slimly state. It grazes along the metal flooring and the wet sticky sounds of the skin rubbing against it.
Creepy wasn't the good word in the situation, it didn't begin to describe the terror she felt in her gut.
She'd seen fear cripple the bravest of soldiers, and she knew better than to dwell on thoughts of monsters she could find in the dark rooms and corners.
Jill went down the hallway quietly. She slipped through the door at the end weapon ready, there she found stairs and in the end there was more liquid, she knew it was a sign of more creatures here. The way the slime shined off the light was much different compared to water.
When she went down the last steel step, a scream of terror echoed, a sound sent chill down her spine.
'Someone is here.' She thought to herself and sprinted down the stairs, feeling her heart hammer in her chest.
In the front she was face to face with a woman surrounded by creatures screaming. "Help"
Jill's senses kicked in and she opened fire on the glass. The force of the glass made the corpses halt and back away a little from the woman. From the first glance, Jill could tell the woman was blonde. But now wasn't the time for in depth observations.
With a bated breath she took out another clip and reloaded her gun.
The creatures seems to bend down in front of the woman who is laying in fear, shaking. The woman frantically waved her legs about as she crawled backward into a wall, she whimpered in fear. Jill came closer and fired none stop at the two creatures. Several specks of blood spurted to the wall behind the Oozes.
In few seconds the corpses melted into fluid.
She noticed the woman tried to look behind her, her lips were moving but Jill couldn't hear what she was saying clearly.
"Hold on." Jill placed her hands carefully to not to cut herself as she jumped through the window. And she heard a wet sound, Jill looked down on her feet and she saw a large amount of blood from where the woman was laying. A pool of crimson flowed from where she was.
"My god."
She knelt down before her, "Hang in there, I'll get you out." Though deep down Jill wasn't sure the woman could survive the blood loss.
The woman's lips moved again," I...do not..." she gasped and coughed blood. "Want...to die."
"Just stay with me, I'll find something to help you I promise. Keep talking, what's your name?" Jill said as she stood up and pulled the white curtain nearby.
For now, to use this and stop the bleeding for a while. When Jill looked back at the woman, she appeared like she is chocking on something, her eyes rolled back and she went limb. The shivering stopped and the light of her eyes faded away.
Jill watched her for what seemed an eternity, the woman didn't move again, the only sound can be heard that of the rain outside. She knelt in front of her again, "I'm sorry I couldn't help you." She took the suitcase from behind her and looked through it, hoping there is some information about the woman's Identity.
She found a blue file and the first page it read on the top left...FBC Report.
'The FBC again?' Jill thought and went to the next page.
"Jill do you read me?" Leon's voice buzzed through the radio.
Half surprised she answered. "Leon? Where are you?"
"It is look like I'm in the guest cabins, how are you holding up?" he asked.
Jill looked back at the woman, the feeling of pity wash over her. She heaved a long sigh and answered. "I found a survivor, the B.O.W. got her though."
Jill was actually relieved it wasn't Jessica; Chris's partner.
"Who was she?" Leon asked.
"I'm still trying to piece that together." Jill answered and continue looking over the file. "I found a blue file in her suitcase... it speak of the FBC again, they're involved in this. The file mention Jack Norman, remember the name?"
In the corner of her eyes, she saw a key shining in the light.
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"Yeah, it is look like this mess revolve around him. I'll try to find my way to you, be careful." he said.
"Roger. I'll go back and help Chris."
Jill put the file back on the suitcase and took the bloody key from the ground. 'Hang in there Chris, I'm coming.'
Leon heard voices, far away, as he lay in a kind of a dream. He thought he saw someone watching him, the figure was speaking some words to him, but he couldn't be sure what was he saying. Who had neither helped nor hindered him.
The only words he heard were. "Wolf...trap...judgment... do go...hate..."
"Who..." he tried to speak. "Are you?" as his other senses returned to him.
"Abandon hope all ye who enter here."
Leon tasted blood in his mouth and the aches and pains in his body came, too. For a moment he thought he'd never be able to move again. He opened his eyes again to the dark stairs, he couldn't see anyone there.
With a loud shout, he pushed himself and stood on his feet. His whole body felt heavy and the pain was barely tolerable.
He checked his weapons, and saw that he lost one of his Wing-Shooters along with two clips for them.
There was a half opened wooden door in front of him. "Great." he murmured and took his gun out. He made his way limping and pushed the door with his left arm.
It revealed a well-cleaned hallway' it had two large paintings in both sides. The small hallway had one door in the front and another clean way, it had a fine china cabinet. "Right path is always been a good luck for me." he said and went right.
In the end of the hallway there was another wooden-door bright light coming out of it. A bead of sweat flowed form his hair to the nape of his neck, he tried to move as quiet as possible.
He peeked through the door, to make sure nothing is there; all he could see is a table full of plates.
Leon's boots scuffed a shards of broken glass across the floor of what appears to be the way to guest cabins. He was in a large hall decorated with yellow lights, right in front of him there was three tables full of dinner plates; the food though was rotten and full of worms that ate most of it, the smell in the air was sickening. "It's look like we missed a good party." he whispered when a sudden pain came back to him, his back hurts like someone forcefully stretching his spine. He let go of his gun and laid in the ground, holding back screams.
He allowed himself a moment to relax, regain his normal breathing, since the hall was empty. 'That's a fall I'll never forget.' he thought.
A voice appeared out of nowhere, a sound of something splashing on the floor. Leon bit his lip and pushed himself up on his feet, holding his gun tightly ready with his index finger at the trigger.
His eyes scanned his surroundings, still he couldn't see anything. In the corner of his vision he caught movement on the long green curtain covering what looks like a steel door.
"Come out, come out whatever you are." he said as he made his way up the stairs until he was right in front of the thing, but something went through and hit him. It was quick as he couldn't see what it was. The thing caused him pain in his left shoulder, the force of it made him lose balance and almost fall backwards off the stairs.
"What!?" Leon looked down under his foot and there was something sharp; looks like a pale bone. Leon without hesitation fired at the curtain, the vibration made the creature appear at last, it was similar to the other creatures but this one had a bow-like arm and he was about to shot again. Leon jumped down the railing dodging another sharp projectiles. It struck a wall and it wedged itself completely.
The barrel of his gun flashed three times in a row hitting the creature's shoulders and one went through it head.
The creature's step was halted, his head titled to the side reveling leach-like tongue. Leon watched it carefully, waiting for it to melt, but the thing stayed there. "Did I kill it?"
But then the creature pulled his tongue back and start moving again, his large arm were focusing on Leon.
"Awesome."
In a hurry he aimed and fired it at the creature, like he is using a machine gun. He saw the arm move again. Several cracking sounds formed as it reminded Leon of very impractical weapons he encountered in the past. Leon lowered his torso then scrambled to his right side. The projectile completely overshot him.
Again he fired twice at the creature's head. and It stood still there.
'I guess I better use this.' Leon took the opportunity and ran up toward it, slowly he moved his right leg to the side, he stiffened the muscles then kicked the creature, the force of his kick made it fall down the stairs and stop near the table.
Leon watched the creature for a second, to make sure it won't get up. "Die already."
Though the creature stood up again, and raised it arm. Once again Leon fired at it head, twice, making it tremble and back away a little. "You just won't give up." Leon said in an obvious annoyance. He holstered his Wing-Shooter and his hand took another large gun from his back.
Blaser 93 Tactical Sniper Rifle. He ran upstairs in the left side of the large hall and stood in front of the railing, focusing his view through the scope.
He could see the creature's head perfectly. "This might hurt a little." he said and fired. A low screech came out of it, and the thing continued to shrink in size until a puddle of blood was all that was left of it.
The grip in his gun loosened, his hands hold onto the railing as he sank on his knees, he could feel his legs are shaking and couldn't hold his weight, not now.
Leon glanced toward the wall the creature shot its projectiles toward. He shined his flashlight toward the wall to see several white spikes implanted on the wall. What was odd though was the shape of the spikes. Then it struck him. The creature that just attacked him used it's skeleton to be ejected out like a weapon. Freaky but he saw worse.
He took out the radio from his front pocket and called. "Jill do you read me?" trying hard to hide the signs of pain in his voice.
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"Leon?" she answered after a moment of silence. "Where are you?"
He swallowed hard and replied. "It looks like I'm in the guest cabins, how are you holding up?"
"I found a survivor, the B.O.W got her though."
'A survivor.' Leon thought about for a moment, remembering what he heard near the stairs. 'What in the world is going on here? Is there someone with us?'
"Who was she?" he asked.
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"I'm still trying to piece that together." Jill answered and her voice appeared to be worried." I found a blue file in her suitcase... it speak of the FBC again, they're involved in this, the file mention Jack Norman, remember the name?"
Leon pursed his lips, for he wasn't surprise more leads to the FBC are found.
"Yeah, it is look like this mess revolves around him. I'll try to find my way to you, be careful." he said.
"Roger. I'll go back and help Chris."
With that Leon closed the radio and put it back on his pocket.
"What else you got for me." Leon joked to himself while calling out the dangers of the Queen Zenobia.
He took back his gun and forced himself up and move to the other side. Wishing nothing more than to lay down again, and close his eyes; have a moment to recover from the pain.
The sound of someone singing echoed through the speakers in the hall.
singing a lyrics he knew all too well.
"Traveler of the great divides
Vagrant on a path to life.'
He lowered his gun, listening, as a certain memory returned to him, of two happy novice agents sitting in the bar drinking.
."That song!?... who's doing this?"
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