Disclaimer: I do not own Jonny Quest or Resident Evil.

A New Nightmare

By: Sigokat

Chapter 7

Umbrella Headquarters

"Any progress in Spain?" Mr. Leland asked as he walked into Mr. Baker's office.

"Not much. The weather took a turn for the worse and we lost track of the Quests on the satellites. I hope that as soon as the storm passes we should be able to find them again."

"We should send some of our own people in; just to be safe."

Mr. Baker shook his head, "No not yet. I want to see what all Saddler throws at the Quests before we subject our own people to it. We haven't even seen the Psion yet."

Mr. Leland started to object, but realized it was futile. There was no arguing with the younger man. "Fine, but you better hope this doesn't get out of control."

Mr. Baker's eyes narrowed at the thinly veiled threat, "Or else what, Mr. Leland?"

"Let's hope we don't have to find out."

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Corbin still had ten grenades left, all of the incendiary and four of the fragmentation grenades. They were still surrounded by the villagers; some of which began to slowly move forward. Corbin plucked one of the incendiary grenades off his belt and flung it into the approaching mass. It exploded on impact and the closest villagers caught fire and died as they fell to the ground.

"Shoot them." Corbin ordered Estella as he turned back to the group in front of them and hurled another grenade with similar results.

Estella fired at the villagers and a few fell and died as the bullets impacted their bodies. Corbin raised his rifle and fire into the group. The powerful rounds dropped a number of the villagers quickly; a small number turned and fled behind one of the barns, however it still left him with about twelve of the advancing creatures in front.

Estella continued to fired, but soon her pistol clicked as she fired the last bullet. There were still more villagers coming and few began to sprint. Estella reached around and grabbed a grenade off of Corbin's belt. She released the safeties as she had seen Phil and Jessie do and threw the grenade. It exploded and the closest villagers fell, consumed in flames from the grenade.

Jessie ducked as she saw Corbin swing around, rifle still held at the ready and fire at the group that Estella had battled. Soon, all but two from that group where dead or dying. Estella watched in front and saw more villagers emerge from the barn. She grabbed one of the fragmentation grenades and hurled it at the small group then she grabbed Jessie as they ducked to the ground behind Corbin.

Corbin hadn't realized what was happening until the grenade exploded. The group that Estella had thrown at was actually too close to them for the use of a fragmentation grenade and the concussion blast knocked Corbin back off his feet and he fell backwards over the two women who were crouched behind him. His vision was blurred and his ears were ringing as he tried to stand back up. Estella and Jessie scrambled out from beneath the man's legs and Estella tried to help the man stand.

"Phil, I'm sorry. I didn't realize…" Estella mumbled.

Corbin held his head; the dizziness clouding his mind and he felt like he was going to pass out.

"Look out." Jessie yelled. One of the villagers, a female, with a long, dirty butcher's knife had taken the opportunity to sneak around the barn and was sprinting at Estella and Phil.

Estella pushed off of Phil as the villager ran at them. She was snarling and held the knife above her head, ready to strike. Estella slipped and fell flat onto her backside as Jessie ran over to her. Phil tried to sidestep the infected woman, but he was still disorientated from the blast and he misjudged the woman's movements. She brought the knife down in a fast arc, aiming for the agent's head, Phil moved, but he wasn't able to clear himself. The knife plunged down into his left shoulder, directly below the collarbone. He cried out in pain; the force of the woman's momentum throwing both down into the mud.

The pain shocked Corbin back to reality; the infected woman was on top of him; snarling, gritting her teeth as she used her leverage to her advantage. The knife was still lodged into his shoulder, Corbin used what strength he still had to grab the woman's arms and keep her at bay. Her face was hollow and sunken and her eyes were completely white, as if rolled into the back of her head; pock marks, scars, and fresh wounds covered the rest of her face. She growled and attempted to reach down to bite Phil's neck. He rolled back and forth on his back, trying to get enough momentum to force her off balance, the woman's grip still tight around the handle of the knife. Between the blast of the grenade and now the wound in his shoulder, Phil's strength was quickly draining. His head was spinning and he struggled to stay conscious. He set his teeth and pushed hard against the woman's shoulders, forcing her body higher off of him. With his last reserve of strength he managed to kick out his left leg and bring it up underneath the woman as he rolled onto the right side of his body. He planted his foot and then as he rolled he kicked the woman in the stomach; his move proved successful as the woman was flung off of him to the right; unfortunately she had still been holding onto the knife as Corbin had made his move and it tore out of his shoulder with the force of the throw.

The pain was excruciating and Corbin could not force himself to move. The woman was sure to recover and come back after him, but his strength was completely gone. He continued to lie in the mud; rain drops pelting his face and chest; his blood mixing with the rain and the mud. He struggled to keep his eyes open, but just the effort it took was too much for him.

Jessie watched as Corbin struggled with the woman. She knew she had to help and quickly or else the man would be dead in a matter of moments. Jessie's eyes darted around the area; dead bodies lay strewn throughout the village. When her eyes fell across one of the dead villagers she saw her opportunity. There was no time to explain, so she jumped up and out of her mother's arms and ran for the corpse.

"Jessie, come back." Estella pleaded. She was torn between protecting her daughter and trying to help Corbin.

Jessie reached the corpse and pulled a pitchfork from its lifeless grip. She hoisted it in both hands and ran back to the scene of the attack. Corbin was lying on his back, his arms outstretched and he did not move. Jessie hoped that she was not already too late. She observed the infected villager pushing itself back to its feet; the now bloody butcher's knife still clutched in its grip.

'Now's my chance.' Jessie thought as she ran. The creature did not notice Jessie's approach. It was on its hands and knees, pushing itself back up as Jessie reached the scene. She jumped over Corbin's prone body and drove the pitchfork down into the skull of the woman.

"Take that, you twisted bitch." Jessie said as the spikes drove deep into the thing's skull. It let out an agonizing moan as Jessie thrust the pitchfork with all her strength causing it to sink deeper thought its brains. The creature collapsed back to the ground and did not move again. Jessie let go of the pitchfork, it stayed lodged into the corpse's head.

Estella watched as her daughter attack and killed the creature. Suddenly the village was silent. Only the steady rain drops could be heard. As she stood, she surveyed the area and found that any creatures that had lived had fled or were still hiding. Estella crept over to where Corbin lay on the ground; Jessie was already kneeling next to the wounded man. Estella knelt down on the other side of his body. He was still alive, but blood was flowing freely from the stab wound.

"Damn." Estella mumbled. Corbin's eyes fluttered open. His face was pale and his breath came in short, shallow gasps.

"We have to get him up, we can't stay here out in the mud and rain." Estella told her daughter, but she knew it would be almost impossible for the two of them to carry him, especially if he was unconscious.

Jessie lightly shook the man and when he did not respond, Estella, starting feel her nerves on end from the eerie quiet of the village, smacked the man across the face.

Corbin's eyes opened, "Ouch." He mumbled. "I'm not Race."

"Come on, we have to get out of here. You have to stay awake." Estella said as she tried to urge him to his feet.

"I can't see." Corbin slowly brought his hands up to his head. His left arm throbbed in pain as he tried to raise it higher.

"Come on." Jessie said.

Corbin lifted his head and was hit with a wave of nausea. He bit his tongue; attempting to reject the sick taste that rose in his mouth. He slowly rolled over; he brought his legs up at the same time and was kneeling on his hands and knees as he turned over. His rifle hung just inches from the mud. Corbin hung his head, attempting to let the wave of dizziness pass before he moved again. His shoulder burned with pain and he had to force himself not to look at the wound.

Estella wrapped an arm around his uninjured shoulder and tried to pull him to his feet. "We have to get to some shelter. Give me the rifle." She did not wait for his response; she reached over his back and pulled the rifle sling over his head and off his body.

Corbin did not resist her taking the rifle from him. At that moment, all he wanted was to collapse into the cool, wet mud and sleep. With Estella's assistance he pulled himself slowly to just one knee, he still felt weak, but his head was beginning to clear and he was able to focus on his surroundings. He saw the corpse of the woman who had stabbed him; a pitchfork sticking out of its head.

He let of a half snort, half laugh, "Cute. Which one did that?"

"That was all me." Jessie remarked, an air of triumph in her voice. "Let's see Jonny do better."

It took a few minutes, but Corbin finally made it to his feet without passing out. He was still in an immense amount of pain, but his basic need for survival outweighed the physical pain of he felt. Estella handed the rifle to Jessie as she wrapped her arm around the man's waist to ensure he wouldn't fall over again; she took his semi-wounded arm and placed it around her neck, holding onto his wrist for support. It was an awkward position since Corbin stood a number of inches taller then her, but she forced herself to manage his weight. She noticed his stab wound was still bleeding and if they didn't tend to it soon then he would definitely lose consciousness again and then they might not be able to wake him up ever again.

They turned back to the original route they had headed and after taking only a few steps an ear piercing wail sounded through the wind, stopping all three dead in their tracks.

"That didn't sound very nice." Corbin smirked as he reached down and withdrew his .45 from his leg holster, keeping it at down his side.

"Well, whatever the hell it was, I don't want to stay around to find out." Jessie replied as she stepped out in front of the two adults.

More sounds came from behind and Estella glanced back over her shoulder and saw more villagers gathering alongside their dead comrades. "Ok, we need to move now."

Jessie ran out a few paces ahead of the other two; Estella and Phil trying to keep up with her. Phil wanted to run, but he kept staggering, his equilibrium not as fully restored as he had hoped. Estella didn't bother to look back, she didn't want to know if the villagers were following or not; her only thought was getting somewhere safe.

At the edge of the village stood a small house; it appeared to be better kept then the shacks that surrounded the barns and Jessie headed straight for the door. "Come on," She hollered as she ran, kicking the door inwards in one fluid motion without losing her stride.

Moving as fast as they could, Estella and Phil headed for the open door. Jessie held the door open as the two adults stumbled over the threshold. Jessie slammed the door shut and immediately searched the area for something to bar it shut with. Estella led Phil to one of the walls and leaned him up against it. He was still conscious, but he still felt weakness all over his body. He watched as Estella and Jessie pulled a small table in front of the door; it may keep the infected villagers out temporarily, but not forever.

Jessie peered out the nearest window. The villagers were still in sight, yet they had not advanced from their original position. They just stood and watched.

"They aren't coming after us." Jessie continued her lookout, after a few moments the villagers began to disperse and within minutes they were all gone. The village was once again empty.

Jessie turned back to the others. "They're gone. The villagers have all left."

"For now." Corbin muttered, sliding down the wall till he was seated on the floor. He leaned his head back against the wooden wall, closing his eyes.

"How long can we stay here?" Jessie asked.

"Hopefully long enough to rest and warm up." Estella answered.

"What about upstairs?" Jessie moved around the inner room. It was almost bare except for the table that was now pushed against the door and a few chairs. A set of stairs led to an upstairs area and behind the stairs appeared to be a small kitchen. A fireplace was set into the back wall; an old coal burning stove sat in one corner. Whoever had lived in the house had been gone for some time; old rotting vegetables festered on a small cutting table between the fireplace and stove and a few cutlery items hung from hooks on the wall. All were rusted and didn't appear to be effective as weapons. Jessie wandered back into the main room and stood at the foot of the stairs…listening.

"I don't hear anything." Jessie stated after a few moments of silence.

"I'll go check it out." Corbin said, trying to pull himself back to his feet.

Before he could make it to a knee Jessie blurted out, "I got it." and started up the stairs. She did not wait for her mother to retort.

Jessie climbed the stairs and found herself in one large room, the owner's bedroom. Just like the ground floor, the furniture was sparse; one small bed set into the near right corner directly below a round window, a medium sized wardrobe, and a desk. Atop the desk was another old typewriter. In the far left corner was a toilet, sink, and a mirror which only contained a few shards of glass left in its frame. Jessie crept over to the wardrobe, grabbed one of the knobs and quickly opened the door…nothing, just some old clothes. She realized that she had been holding her breath since ascending the stairs and she let out a loud sigh of relief. She wandered over to the bed; the mattress was barren, no linen at all. The mattress was covered in large, dark stains. "Blood." Jessie muttered out loud. She turned away from the bed and searched the rest of the room. When she came upon the desk, she found two boxes of ammunition and what appeared to be someone's journal. She opened it up and started reading; it was all jibberish. Nothing making much sense, some talk about "The Son" and "The Lord Master" but that was it. Jessie closed the journal and carried it back downstairs with her.

"No zombies hiding in the shadows, but I found some things." Jessie announced, holding up the journal and ammunition as she walked over to her mother.

Estella retrieved Phil's rifle from Jessie upon entering the house and she had already given it back to the man. He sat on the floor and was currently attempting to unload and disassemble the weapon.

"Jessie I need the first air kit." Estella said as her daughter came over next to them.

"What are you doing?" She asked as Estella rummaged through Jessie's backpack for the kit.

Corbin did not look up from the weapon. "Cleaning it."

"What if they come back while you're cleaning it?" A hint of concern in Jessie's voice.

Corbin looked at the young girl and forced a smile through the pain, "I can reassemble this thing in about six to eight seconds. If we don't have that much time, then its not even worth it."

Estella found the first aid kit and sitting next to Phil, she opened it and started to rummage through the contents. The kit was one from her dig site and it was well stocked. With her sites sometimes being numerous miles away from a hospital she insisted her teams were trained in standard first aid and kept multiple kits stocked with fresh supplies.

"Take your shirt off." Estella said as she pulled out some bandages and disinfectant.

"Huh? Sorry, I'm usually more reserved on a first date." Corbin replied.

Jessie giggled and even Estella smiled at the man's wit. "You do have an amazing talent for charm in the face of death and danger. Now take your shirt off."

Corbin shrugged, "You have to have something." He glanced at Jessie as he slowly shrugged off his tactical vest and started to pull his shirt over his head. "Is she always like this?"

"How do you think she got my father?"

"He's a sucker anyways." Corbin said as he leaned back against the wall.

Estella rolled her eyes at the mention of Race, but inwardly she feared for his safety. After what she tried not to imagine what he and Benton and Jonny were facing. She quickly poured some disinfectant on one of the bandages and placed it against Corbin's wound.

Corbin winced, "That stings." He objected.

"Oh yes, sorry, I forgot to warn you." Estella remarked. "Jessie, can you find the sutures please." Estella grabbed Phil's right hand and placed it against the bandage, "Hold this tight."

Corbin did as instructed and moved the bandage around the wound, trying to clean as much of the blood off his chest as possible. He watched as Estella prepared the sutures. "Uh, Estella, I thought you were like a doctor of rocks."

Estella looked at him and smiled, "Oh, don't worry. I've read about this before. I hear its just like knitting a sweater." She teased. She was at least glad that he was talking, it showed signs that he was slowly regaining his strength.

Corbin appeared to lose even more color from his already pale face. "Jessie, can you stop her?"

"No, sorry, you know how my mother is." Jessie grinned as she sat down and started loading more 9mm rounds into the one magazine they had.

"Um, Estella," Corbin pleaded, "All those things that Race may have told you I had once said about you…"

"Yes?" Estella cocked an eyebrow; she was definitely getting pleasure from Corbin's uncomfortableness of the situation.

"None of its true, in fact, if he said I said it, it probably means that he really said it."

Estella moved back next to him and moved his hand off of the wound. The bleeding had stopped, but the wound was deep and it would start to bleed again if she did not stitch it closed. "Stop being such as wuss." Estella quipped. "You would think that a man who kills monsters so efficiently wouldn't be scared off a little needle."

"I'm scared of Care Bears."

Jessie snorted out a laugh at the man's remark.

"Seriously, those freaky little bears with drawings on their stomachs…they were up to no good."

Estella saw her moment of opportunity and stuck the needle into Phil's shoulder. He winced and leaning his head back watched Jessie as she reloaded the pistol, not wanting to look as his flesh being pulled back together. After what seemed like agonizingly long hours, but in fact was only a few minutes, Estella sealed off the last stitch and snugly placed a bandage over the wound.

Throwing his shirt back at him, Estella said, "Now get dressed, you baby."

Phil smiled and actually nodded his thanks to Estella as he pulled his shirt back on and went back to cleaning his weapon, as he lit a cigarette. "Thanks, I'm starting to feel better already."

Estella nodded, but her face had turned serious, she knelt back down next to Phil, "I'm sorry about the grenade. I didn't realize…"

Phil held up a hand and shook his head, "Don't worry about it. You did what you thought was necessary and it actually all worked out."

"Yeah, but that thing wouldn't have stabbed you if I hadn't of done that." She didn't protest against his smoking; in fact she actually took the cigarette out of his hand, took a few drags and then gave it back to him. She needed something to calm her nerves.

"We're all still alive and that's all that matters. Get some rest. Maybe we can find a shortcut to the castle and meet back up with the others there and then get the hell out of the place."

Estella nodded, she glanced at Jessie, who had finished loading the 9mm magazine and had fallen asleep curled up in a one of the corners. Estella squeezed Phil's knee and looked him in the eyes, "Thank you for protecting Jessie and me. If you hadn't of come we'd probably all be dead."

Phil, not one who easily accepted an overabundance of compliments, simply nodded, "Jessie's a tough girl and so are you. We'll stop these bastards and bring down Umbrella."

Estella stood up and moved over to Jessie; she sat down next to her daughter and gently took the girl in her arms as she closed her eyes; exhaustion finally catching up with her and she quickly felt her eyes grow heavy with sleep.

Phil continued to clean his rifle; his senses perked for any sudden changed in sound or smell. After reassembling the rifle he began to redistribute his ammunition; giving himself as many full magazines as possible instead of a bunch of half spent ones.

'Race, sorry I got you all into this.' He thought to himself. 'I hope you're ok out there, buddy.'

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Race stared down at the boy that he was supposed to protect; his head cradled in his father's arms. Anger bubbled in the pit of Race's stomach, rapidly building to rage. He couldn't see Jonny like this, 'He can't be dead.' Race thought to himself.

His thoughts were interrupted by the deep, guttural laughs of the large, bearded man. Race turned towards the sounds and saw the man, about fifty paces away; standing with his hands on his hips laughing. The other workers had stopped their attack and stood behind the man or on the scaffoldings.

"You weak, foolish Americans." The man bellowed. "You actually believed you could fight the power of the Los Illuminados? Now I will kill the rest of you…slowly"

Race gritted his teeth; he was ready to kill this man and every other person or creature that stood in his way. He hated Umbrella, hated the Los Illuminados and their leader Saddler, and he was ready to tear every last one of them apart. "I don't think so." Race spat.

"Ha." The man laughed, "Do you really think you, a mere human, can defeat me?"

"Come on you, bastard." Race yelled as he raised his rifle and immediately fired. Bullets riddled the man's body; each impact forcing him backwards until he fell. The cavern shook when the man's body hit the floor. Race stopped firing and slowly approached the fallen man. He kept his rifle trained on the body, not believing that he could have killed him so easily. As soon as Race closed on the body, the large man kicked out with one large foot, landing a quick blow into Race's stomach; Race flew back a few feet and hit the ground; he quickly scrambled back to his feet, forcing himself to fight the burning pain that the blow caused in his gut. Race grabbed an incendiary grenade from his belt and as soon as his opponent was on his feet Race threw the grenade. It hit the man in the chest and exploded. The man cried out in pain and his clothing burst into flames. Race took aim and fired at the burning, flailing man.

The Los Illuminados servant hollowed and began to convulse. Race could hear the sounds of bones cracking and blood poured out from the man's robes. The flames began to die out and the man tore his robe from his body. What lie underneath was more frightening then anything Race had ever seen before. Web-like wings were attached underneath the man's arms, reminding Race of a bat. The thing, for it no longer resembled a man except for the head, had a long serpentine body, complete with dark, green-black scales, accompanied by numerous legs. It resembled some sick mutated centipede. The thing threw its head back and cried out as four long, sharp fangs protruded out of the thing's jaw, two on top and two on the lower. The creature howled and the walls of the cavern shook from the devilish sounds that emanated from its maw, saliva, mixed with black, bloody ooze dripped down its chin to the floor. The disgusting liquid sizzled and steamed as it came in contact with the dirt. Many of the workers fled from the scaffolding, a few so disorientated that they plunged to their deaths down the gigantic hole as they tried to flee.

Race ran back to Jonny and Dr. Quest, who was performing CPR on the boy, "Benton, get behind those rocks over there."

Dr. Quest looked up and for the first time seemed to notice the monster that now threatened their lives. Dr. Quest nodded, picked up Jonny and ran for the rocks, hoping they would provide some safety from the creature. Race noticed that Jonny was breathing again, but he still had not opened his eyes.

Race turned his attention back to the creature and took aim, firing multiple rounds into the monster's midsection. It howled, but kept moving forward, the bullets seeming to have little effect on the creature. Race quickly unloaded the last of his magazine into the creature and before reloading he hurled an incendiary grenade at it. The grenade landed directly in front of the creature and it was engulfed by the flames. Race took the slim moment of opportunity to quickly reload his rifle.

The creature shrieked and Race paused at the sound of bones snapping. Race fired again at its midsection and the bullets succeeded in tearing the creature in two. It fell backwards and squirmed in agony as blood dripped from its torn body. Race lowered his weapon slightly; thinking he had killed the creature when suddenly the monstrosity's upper body flung itself forward onto its arms. It stared Race in the eyes and began to bellow laughter as it quickly slithered at Race, a bloody trail marking its progress forward. Race raised the rifle and prepared to fire again when suddenly the creature launched itself into the air, taking flight high in the cavern. Race jumped back and attempted to track the creature, but its movements were quick, even with the constant flow of blood he had difficulty hitting it.

The creature swept down towards the rocks where Dr. Quest and Jonny, who was slowly regaining consciousness had taken cover.

"Benton, get down." Race hollered as he ran in their direction. He fired at the creature's wings, piercing the web-like tendons with multiple rounds. The creature screamed and pulled up out of its dive. With one swift turn it was descending again, this time at Race, determined to eliminate the real threat so it could collect its prey. Race ducked as the creature swooped over him, its claws racking his back, sending immediate flash of red hot pain throughout his body. He stumbled from the hit, but quickly regained his feet. The attack had thrown him off guard and he had momentarily lost track of the creature. Race turned to scan the cavern and immediately the creature was on him again, this time it grabbed one of his arms and hoisted him into the air. Race cried out as his arm felt like it was being ripped from its socket. From the creature's quick ascent, Race knew that it planned to drop him from the height of the cavern ceiling; if the fall didn't kill him immediately he would soon die from the wounds it would inflict.

Race had only seconds to spare. With his one free hand he reached down to his belt and grabbed one of his few fragmentation grenades.

Quickly popping the safety devices off as best he could, Race yelled, "Hey you ugly freaking bastard, I've got something for you."

The creature bent its head down at the man; its gaping jaw lowering as if it snap Race's head off in one bite. Pooling all his strength, Race lunged his body upward and shoved the hand grenade into the monster's mouth.

"Eat that, you freak."

The creature lunged from the sudden attack and instinctively released its grip on Race. He plummeted to the cavern floor; curling himself into a ball as best he could to absorb the impact. He was somewhere around ten feet off the ground, but a bad landing could easily cause extensive injuries. He hit the floor hard on his right side, a jolt of pain flashed through his body. He forced himself to watch as the creature shook its head vigorously, unsure what to do. Seconds later the grenade exploded, blowing the creatures head apart from the inside. Blood, brains, and bone exploded as one and remnants were flung throughout the cavern. The monster's body fell to the floor, twitching from the sudden death. Race scrambled to his feet, pulled his pistol and fired a few rounds into the body; it immediately stopped twitching and lay lifeless before him.

His back and side hurt, but now that the creature was dead for sure, he turned back to where Dr. Quest and Jonny had been hiding. He raced over and found Jonny sitting with his back against the wall, holding his head with one hand. Dr. Quest held a canteen and offered the water to Jonny in small amounts.

"You ok, kiddo?" Race asked as he knelt down next to the boy.

"Yeah, I'll be ok." Jonny responded. Race observed that Dr. Quest had placed a small bandage on the side of Jonny's head. "Guess I got knocked out by some rocks or something when that creep threw that dynamite."

Race smiled, relieved the boy was alright. He glanced at Dr. Quest. "You ok too, Benton?"

Dr. Quest nodded. "Yes, but I should ask you the same thing. That thing…"

"Its dead now, thank god." Race sighed. "I don't know what the hell it was, but if that's what this Las Plagas does to people then we need to stop this and quickly."

"Agreed. We need to get above ground and meet back up with the others. I can't imagine what else might be out there." Dr. Quest announced as he helped his son to his feet.

"You ok to move, Jonny?" Race stood next to the boy.

"Yeah, the sooner we get out of here the better." Jonny said as he took a few steps, ensuring he was able to move well enough on his own. "Oh, Race?"

"Yes?"

"Can you save one of those bad guys for me next time? I definitely want to kick some Las Plagas ass now."

Race laughed, amazed at the boy's quick recovery. He had definitely matured since the day at the Umbrella warehouse. "Yeah, I'll try, Jonny."

Dr. Quest smirked. He was in no position to correct his son's apparent anger and swearing because he felt exactly the same way. "Let's see where that scaffolding leads to, but first led me take a look at those wounds."

"I'm fine, Benton."

"I'm the doctor here." Dr. Quest replied as he examined the cuts on Race's back. "How do they feel?"

"Burns a little, but not too bad." Race lied; in fact they burned like the fires of hell.

"The cuts aren't deep, but I'll need to keep an eye on them so the don't become infected." Dr. Quest deduced. "If something changes let me know immediately, Race. That's a doctor's order."

Race smiled, "Yes, Doctor."

"So can we go now?" Jonny asked, "I wanna kick some butt here."

"Let's go," Race agreed, "This place is starting to stink anyway."

"You got it, Doctor." Race replied, stepping out from behind the rocks. As they moved across the cavern, Race gave the monster's corpse a swift kick to show his contempt for it and the fact that he was the one still alive.

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To Be Continued…..

Author's Notes:

Sorry that the Jonny, Race, Dr. Quest section isn't as long as the other. I have more planned for the next chapter with them. I was going to save the last part of Estella and Phil's conversation until the next chapter, but I didn't want to leave the scene unfinished like that.

If any of you have actually played Resident Evil 4 then you will know that I have changed a lot of things around in the basic layout of the game. I did this so this story would flow better, but most of the bad guys will show up later in the story.

So, I hope you all are enjoying this so far. I hope to start the next chapter tomorrow night, but things have gotten really busy here at work, but I should have at least one more chapter out this weekend.

Like I said, I hope you all are enjoying this so far….

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