(A/N) Hello, finally, I am here with chapter 3 of this story!

I know, it's been a long wait, and I apologise for that; I also appreciate how patient you are...not that many people read this anyway, but we know why it won't appeal to all...yeah, I said we, but you know I co-write this story with a friend so...

I hope you enjoy this chapter, any way!

Disclaimer - I don't own these franchises, or their characters; Resident Evil belongs to CAPCOM, and Silent Hill belongs to KONAMI.

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Chapter 3: Split!

Regaining consciousness, Chris clutched his head as he groaned in pain. His head was throbbing, and his vision was blurry; trying to sit up seemed to make it worse. Did he have a concussion? He probably did, but that didn't even matter, what did matter was his location. Closing his eyes in an effort to dull the ache, he tried to remember how he got into this situation to begin with. His memory was foggy, but he knew it involved Piers, and two other people. But what situation would cause him to feel like shit, and only cause the dull smell of smoke to fill the air? That answer seemed to come to him easily.

"Piers?" Chris asked, tiredly. "Piers? What did you do? Did you crash the car into the house, again?"

He didn't get an answer, unless the crackling of what sounded like fire counted.

"Piers, you can tell me, I'm not mad. I understand that you're not the best driver the BSAA's got, no matter how much you claim to be, so I'll let you off, again, okay."

Still not getting an answer, Chris' eyes snapped open in frustration, as he turned behind him.

"Piers, answer me!"

He didn't see his comrade, just a burning chopper. That was when everything came back to him. He was with Piers, James and Heather in that chopper, on their way to a mansion, when they crashed. Wait, where were they? Are they okay?

Shooting up, he ran to the chopper to check if they were there; alive, or even worse, but he hoped that it was the first possibility. Looking into the chopper, he could see that they were nowhere to be seen, not even their burnt corpses. They must have jumped out when the chopper was on its way to the ground.

"I guess I have to look for them, now."

(...)

Gripping her knife tightly, Heather walked through the unknown territory of the woods. She was a little dazed after catching her head on a branch on the way down, but she was alive non the less. She didn't know how, as she wasn't a trained soldier like Chris or Piers, but at least she did it and was alive.

Hearing a snap of a branch behind her, she reluctantly turned around, knife ready to strike if necessary. She feared seeing a monster, or the terrorist or -

"Hiya, Heather."

Vincent emerging from behind a tree... that was worse!

"What?" She was fuming.

"Calm down, that's no way to treat your friend."

"Friend, my ass!"

"Ah, you wound me, Heather," he acted hurt, but the teen knew that he was mocking her.

"Do I look like I care? What do you want?"

"I came to ask, if... you've seen Pyramid Head around?"

"You already asked me that today!" If she wasn't already pissed, she was now.

"Yeah, but I lost him again," he looked to be in thought. "You doing anything right now?"

"Actually, yes I -"

"Great, you can give me a hand."

"What?!"

"Glad to see your enthusiasm," Vincent grinned, ignorant to the girl's protests as he dragged her away, further into the woods. "We don't have all day to find him!"

"Hey! I didn't agree to this! Get off me!"

(...)

It was dark. Very dark. And everything hurt; his head, his legs, his back, and his right shoulder especially. James could feel it throb continuously, and that combined with the area around it feeling wet from his shoulder to his waist, filled him with discomfort.

He must have had a rough landing, but where was he, anyway?

Opening his eyes, he squinted at the brightness as the once dull ache behind his eyes became stronger, prompting him to squeeze them shut. Bracing himself, he opened them again, and turned slightly to his left to see smoke rising.

His eyes widened as he realised what that was; the chopper he and the others were in before it crashed. Were they alright? Were they alive? There was only one way to find out.

Sitting up, he winced and made a hissing sound, as a sharp pain shot through his right shoulder; and upon looking at it, the wetness and the pain made sense. There was a piece of debris that had embedded itself in his shoulder; it wasn't large, but it wasn't small either. His clothes were also covered in blood, from were the debris was lodged down to his waist.

'This is bad...'

What should he do? Take it out, or leave it in? If he left it in, it'd be soo painful, so would it be better to take it out? But if he did, wouldn't he bleed to death?

There was only one way to find out...

As he went to remove the debris -

"James!" He heard a familar voice call out to him, with a slight panicked tone for some reason. "What are you doing?! Don't touch it!"

Turning to the direction of the voice, he was instantly met with the face of Chris Redfield, who kneeled in front of him, and gently moved the injured man's hand away from the debris.

"If you remove that, you'll bleed to death," he added, patting his good shoulder. "Thank god I found you before you did something stupid."

James responded by blinking rapidly, as Chris examined the blonde's condition, flinching slightly when he looked at his shoulder closely.

"We need to find you a first-aid spray, and fast," he stated, before taking in his surroundings. "Wonder where the others are? If you're in this state, I don't even want to think of what state they're in..."

"Where...are we?" James finally asked with a strained voice.

"I don't know," Chris replied, rubbing the back of his neck. "What I do know is that we're not far from the mansion..."

"Do you think we...should start looking for a...map?"

"No need, because I came prepared," standing up, Chris pulled out his iPhone and held it up to the heavens. "I have a satnav!"

James looked at the man in bewilderment. Was Chris aware that he needed Wi-Fi to use the satnav, and that there was no Wi-Fi or even signal where they were? He had to tell him.

Before he could get out his first word, dizziness hit him suddenly, as his vision started to blur. His eye-lids became heavy and before he could register what was happening, darkness consumed him. He felt himself fall to floor, before his consciousness slipped away.

Meanwhile, Chris was getting a little impatient as he realised he couldn't get his satnav to work.

"Damn it! Stupid technology!" He yelled, shoving his phone into his pocket. "Hey, James, can you stand?"

Looking at the man in question, he saw him unconscious with his hand on his bad shoulder. Without thinking, he kneeled to his side and shook him.

"James! James, wake up!"

No response.

"Shit! Now, I really need that first-aid spray..."

(...)

On Piers' side of things, he was prepared; he had his Anti-Material Rifle and, of course what all soldiers needed on the battlefield, a can of first-aid spray, which he was currently using to heal a small scratch on his arm.

What could he say? It really hurt, and he couldn't fight like that.

When his scratch and the can's contents were gone, he strapped the empty can to his belt and stood; he didn't want to litter, after all.

Now that he was healed up, he only had two objectives in mind; to find his comrades and get back on track with their mission. As he wandered the woods to find them, he could feel a warm breeze caressing his face and could hear the birds chirping and his Captain mumbling in a panic, "come on, James, wake up."

Wait, what?

Following the mumblings, he saw a trail of blood that eventually lead him to the sight of his Captain carrying a severely injured James, who didn't appear to be conscious.

"Captain, what's going on here?!" Piers asked with concern, as he ran towards the two men.

"Oh, Piers, are you..." Chris trailed off, as his eyes wandered towards the strap on his sniper's side. "Piers, give me that first-aid spray!"

"But, Captain, this can is -"

"Now!" He ordered, laying the injured man carefully on the ground. "He won't make it if he isn't treated!"

Piers hesitantly complied with his Captain's order, preparing himself for the lecture that, he knew, was coming. He regretted using that first-aid spray now; his injury was extremely minor compared to this.

"Don't worry, James, you'll be healed in no time," Chris said, kneeling next the man, can in hand. "Before that, we need to remove the debris -"

"Captain, no!" Piers screamed, tackling his Captain to the ground.

"Piers, what are doing?!"

"It's empty! The can is empty!"

Chris looked like he was contemplating something; to punch or not to punch, that was the question. He resorted to shoving the younger man off, taking James into his arms again, and walking away.

"Captain, where are we going?" Piers asked, following Chris like a lost puppy.

"We're not that far from the mansion, so we're going there to find a first-aid spray to heal James, then we can get on with our objective," the BSAA Captain told him.

"Oh..."

On the way to the mansion, Piers couldn't help but continuously apologise to Chris for using the first-aid spray, and internally apologise to James for indirectly causing his possible death. He was just an average-Joe who had a nightmarish experience in a ghost town, and was now dragged into hunting down bioterrorists. Although he agreed to go, he knew James wasn't really happy with it; if his melancholic expressions on the chopper wasn't a huge give away, then it was the conversation he had with him before they got on that did...

'James, what's wrong?'

'Well, to be honest, I thought we were going to have a simple discussion,' he replied, as he placed a giant sword in his pocket. 'I didn't expect it to turn into a hunt for terrorists...'

'If you're nervous, just know that you have Captain Redfield and I to back you up.'

The blonde chuckled awkwardly.

'It's not that I'm nervous, I was just hoping to have a normal life after Silent Hill...'

"We're here."

Piers was kicked out of his thoughts by his Captain telling him that they were at their destination. The mansion looked huge, and not very well kempt, but what was he expecting?

"So, what are we going to do?" He asked.

"I already told you; first-aid spray," Chris replied, looking at the building in determination.

"Wait, aren't we missing someone?"

"Shit! Heather! Where is she?!"

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And that was chapter 3! I hope you enjoyed it, and I also hope that the wait for chapter 4 won't be long. Improvements are appreciated!