Chapter 2: A Hairy Situation

"So what are we going to do?" Claire asked, as she stood next to her brother and grabbed his arm.

"What else?" Rebecca replied, sharply. "Escape, of course! There must be a way out of here. Can't you shoot off the lock, or something?"

"Of course!" Barry suddenly cried out, excited at the thought of using his magnum. Quickly pulling it out from its holster, he gritted his teeth and beamed a huge smile as he unloaded six shots into the lock of the door. Each bullet simply bounced off the door and landed on the floor.

"All right, then." Rebecca sighed, pushing Jill out of the way and attempting to open the door again. "Let's try something else."

"There's nothing else to try." Wesker said, coldly. "The door won't open and it's our only way out of here. Unless you know how to teleport, why don't you keep your whiny mouth shut?"

"Don't speak to her like that!" Chris suddenly blurted out, confronting his nemesis.

"Leave it, Chris." Jill intervened, as she was inclined to agree with Wesker for once. "It's pointless to fight. I don't really want to be stuck in here with a corpse if one of you kills the other."

"Um, Jill..." Barry whispered, nudging her arm and gesturing to the dead hunter that lay on the floor motionless. Now that he had brought their attention back to the dead hunter, they began to notice the foul smell it emitted from its rapidly decaying cadaver.

"Oh, man!" Jill cried out, frustrated. "I just don't understand it. Why lock us in a room with no escape? Is there nothing? No clue or anything?"

"Let's look around and see if you can't find anything." Wesker suggested, raising his head up high and walking by Chris towards to sofa. Sitting down, he pinched Chris' arse and laughed loudly.

"Hey! Quit it!" Chris moaned, moving away from the plush sofa where his nemesis sat.

"Is there anything in the wardrobe?" Barry asked.

"I'll check it out!" Rebecca exclaimed, rushing over to it and flinging the doors open. Inside it were old, musty fur coats, smoking jackets and a raincoat or two. "It's just stupid coats." she cried, angrily, pulling one of the mink stoles from the rack and shoving it in everyone's faces. Coughing wildly as the dust from the stole enveloped the room, Jill waved her hand in her face and pushed Rebecca away. Tripping over the wardrobe's door-frame, she let out a shriek as she fell into the wardrobe, pulling down several coats as her hands searched vainly for anything to steady herself on.

"What the hell..." Barry whispered; everyone crowded around the wardrobe in burning curiosity as they saw what was inside... another door.

"What... what is it?" Rebecca asked, confused, as everyone stood around her as she lay on the wardrobe's bottom.

"Look behind you." Chris whispered. Quickly turning her head, Rebecca saw a huge spider that had settled into the corner! Screaming wildly, she jumped upwards, arms flailing as she hid behind Wesker.

"Spider! Spider!" she yelled, running her hands desperately through her hair lest any spiders found their way there.

"Oh, shut up and look!" Jill cried, grabbing her fellow S.T.A.R.S. member by the hair and pulling her face toward the wardrobe's entrance.

"Oh, my God!" Rebecca shrieked, as she saw the door. Releasing her hair from Jill's grip, she ran into the wardrobe, completely forgetting about the big spider, and grabbed the doorknob. After a quick turn, she pushed the door open and froze solid at what she saw.

"Well, what is it?" Wesker asked, trying to see past her wild hair.

"You're not going to believe this." she replied, turning around to face the group that had formed behind her. "It's my bedroom."