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Warnings: Language and OOCness.
Word Count: 6,183
Sherry opens her eyes slowly, her head pounding. She has to blink a few time to clear her vision a bit to see a concrete floor. She closes her eyes again and groans in pain before forcing herself to ignore the throbbing in her head in favor of trying to move. That's when she snaps into complete awareness. Her arms and legs are bound to a chair's arm rests and front legs. Her eyes snap open to see that she is bound to a metal chair. She pulls at her restraints, looking around the plain room. Three plain walls with nothing to signify where this place was or who brought her here, but the forth wall is almost completely made up of a two way mirror.
Sherry looks at herself in the mirror. Her eyes are wide, hair and clothes disheveled. There is dried blood on her temple, down the side of her face and a bit on her neck. Her hair on that side is stained a dark red color and looks crusted to her skull, making her shiver in disgust. Her clothes feel stale too, stiff, like she's been wearing them for a few days straight without changing them. Her neck, back and shoulders hurt from being hunched over in that chair for however long she had been there.
She remembers the train, the woman. What ended up happening with everyone? Were they all killed? Were they all taken hostage like her? Was it a bio-terrorist attack? Was there another virus made? If it was an attack, was it a new virus or an old one? What could they want? If no one else was taken, why was she here? What did they want from her?
Sherry pulls at her bindings, feeling the ropes bite into her skin. She wiggles them around, trying to somehow get her arms and legs free. At first it was small tugs, here and there, experimentally, but after a few minutes of listening to her own deep breaths mixing with the sound of the ropes twisting against the metal of the chair and her wrists and her heart roaring in her ears, she began to panic.
"Hello?" Sherry yells, looking up at her reflection, hoping in vain that she could see through the mirror to see if someone was watching her. "Is anyone out there? Hello? Where am I? What am I doing here? Hello?"
"Who's that?"
Sherry jerks at the sound of another voice, a female's voice. She had not expected to hear someone respond to her. "Hello? Is someone there?"
"Yes!" The woman responds. "There's holes on the top of the walls, are you in the next room?"
Sherry looks toward her left, looking up at the ceiling to see that the woman was telling the truth. There was a strip of wall missing at the top of the wall, about the size of her palm. Looking toward her right, she can see it's the same for both. The rooms are conjoined, somewhat.
"I am! Who are you?" Sherry calls.
"Claire Red-"
"Claire?!" Sherry gasps, unable to believe that was her friend's voice. How long had it been since they actually talked? They used to talk all the time when Sherry was younger, but since starting Terra Save, Claire had been so busy with other things. Given, since becoming an agent, Sherry had also been very busy too. What a strange, yet probably non-coincidental, way for them to meet up again.
There was a pause before Claire gasps, "Sherry!" Another pause, then, "I can't believe they got you too. What's going on?"
Sherry shakes her head. "I don't know. I'm in a room with nothing but a two way mirror in front of me. I don't know how long it's been since I was taken here. Didn't I hear that Terra Save was in China? Were you there too, Claire?"
"I was," Claire stresses, obviously annoyed. "But, as per usual, I was stiff armed into this position and here I am now. What about you, Sherry? I heard you had become an agent. Were you in China too?"
Sherry tugs a bit at her restraints. "No. I was in the subway in D.C." Claire doesn't respond right away, probably absorbing that information. Sherry lets out a long winded sigh. "Who do you think is doing this?"
Claire sighs this time. "It could be anything. But don't you worry, Sherry. We'll find a way out of here. I promise."
Sherry closes her eyes, letting her head hand down at bit, feeling the pull on the muscles on her back, neck and shoulders. She pulls at her restraints again, more to fill the silence than to actually get away. But it didn't help any more now than it did earlier.
"Claire?" Sherry calls out softly, hating how small her voice sounded.
Claire sighs, rolling her shoulders back a bit, flinching at how stiff they feel and the lack of available movement space for her arms. She gives up, sinking a bit in her seat before looking toward the wall where she can hear Sherry on the other side. "Yeah?"
"Are you okay? I mean, are you hurt?" Sherry asks.
Claire looks around her person for any signs of damage, but saw none. She didn't feel hurt other than aches and pains from the way she has been sitting for an undisclosed amount of time. That was something that she could easily ignore and didn't see as really being "hurt" so she says, "I'm okay, Sherry. Why? Are you not okay?"
Sherry blinks a few times, aware of her headache now more than ever. It was a throbbing at her right temple radiating through her entire head. She could feel her hair sticking to her head on that side only and had a sneaking suspicion as to why that was. She remembers the butt of the rifle hitting the side of her head and can only suspect that it was the cause of her pain is now.
"No," Sherry says. "I'm okay too. I was... just worried that you might have been hurt."
There is a moment of silence before Claire says, loud and clear, "You are a horrible liar, Sherry."
Sherry closes her eyes and lets out a little sigh. "I'm okay. Just a headache. The wound is already healed."
There is a long moment of silence. Sherry opens up her eyes and looks over at the wall separating herself and her childhood savior, wondering what the older woman was thinking about on the other side of that wall. Claire was smart, really smart, and she must already be devising a way to get them out of there. Sherry just hopes she can come up with something soon.
"Sherry, I'm sorry," Claire says, surprising the young blond.
"For what?" Sherry asks, baby blue eyes wide. "What could you have to be sorry for, Claire?"
A sigh. "I haven't been to see you nearly as much as I should have and I'm sorry Sherry. I should have been out to see you more. I should have congratulated you on becoming an agent... finally, finally escaping that hell and yet-"
"Claire!" Sherry says, straightening up in her seat as much as she can. When the other woman doesn't respond right away, Sherry continues, "I understand that you think this is somehow your fault, but I promise you it's probably not. This is just sick people doing sick things and they think that they'll be able to use us as pawns or something." There is a pause, and Sherry sighs. "I wish you were there more," she admits. "I missed you. A lot. And Leon too. But I also understood that while you two saved me, your lives didn't revolve around me. You had other things you had to focus on. Joining Secret Service for Leon and Later FOS and you helped start BSAA and then Terra Save. You're doing good in the world and by doing that, encouraging me to do the same. Never forget that. I am who I am, because of you and Leon. I owe you, not the other way around."
Claire lets out a slow sigh. "Maybe," she says, not sounding convinced. "I just hate that after all this time, we are finally brought back together in another, assumedly bio-hazard hell. I'm just... I'm sorry, Sherry. I wish it wasn't like this."
Sherry smiles faintly, wistfully. "You and me both, Claire. You and me both."
Jake rides down the road, eyebrows pulled together tightly with a frown etched onto his face. The image of Sherry, tied to a chair with blood staining the side of her head is seared right behind his eyelids. Every time he blinks, he sees it and it only seem to further enrage him. There was something about this entire thing that didn't settle well with him.
Obviously, this is a trap, and Jake is going into this knowing that, but he can't stop himself from going. He has to go. If they have Sherry, he needs to be there to help her. Sherry Birkin, the girl who did everything she could to keep him safe. To make sure he could save the world, whether he wanted to or not. And he didn't care in the beginning. It was just a way of getting cash and getting out of a particularly sticky situation. Not that he really needed it, but it was always nice to feel like he was two steps ahead of others.
But somewhere along the way, it became more than that. She was someone who helped him. Someone who was capable and never stopped surprising him. Someone who wasn't afraid of him and didn't have anything other than the purest of intentions in mind. She was good. She was kind. She was everything that he wanted but never deserved. She was the kind of girl that his mother would beg him to be with. Jake's mother would have undoubtably loved Sherry. And Sherry is the type of good girl that would love his mom back.
Had his mother not died too soon. Too young.
Jake lived a life of ugly stuff and shit. There is very little good, or even okay, things in his life that end up making their way around to him, but nothing like Sherry Birkin. Her entire country is looking for him and yet she doesn't tell them where he is or what he's doing. Not really. She doesn't ask, because she doesn't want to feel obligated to tell. Jake is doing good, and so long as Sherry is hearing from him, she basically allows him free reign without another question.
Sherry is his sunlight - as gag-worthy and cliché as that is - and someone is trying to fuck with that. Now he has to bash their faces in. Fair's fair.
Jake's frown deepens even more - if that is even possible - and he stares at the road ahead of him. He was going to get her back. That was just how this was all going to work. If he had to get captured in order to help her, then he would. There was a lot of shit people in the world but Sherry wasn't one of them. He wasn't about to let one of the few people in his life, that he can stand, get into trouble. Not if he can help her.
He pulls over at a little gas station. There is a single black van there. Jack glances down at his phone, making sure he's at the right place before sticking his phone into his pocket, parking his bike and standing up. The heavy sun beats down on him, making the air shimmer between him and the black van. He reaches up and pulls the black shade off his face and squints through the heat toward the van.
It opens up and a man steps out. A nice, well cleaned up man. Hair slicked back, face shaven, not something that is expected around these parts and immediately suspicious. Jake sneers a bit, making his way toward the obvious man.
"Where's Sherry?" Jake ask, as he gets closer.
"Ms. Birkin is safe, Mr. Wesker," the man says simply.
Jake snarls, "It's Muller, dickhead. Get your facts straight."
The man holds up his hands in surrender, a bit of a crooked smile on his face that only irritates Jake more. "My apologies, Mr. Muller. I didn't mean to upset you."
Jake rolls his shoulders back, not sure whether he wants to save Sherry or bash this guy's smug face into the concrete. At that moment he felt like he didn't know which was currently more importantly to him. But his head cooled. He did know what was important to him. He had to get Sherry back. He could beat the shit out of this guy later.
When the time is right.
"Where's Sherry?" Jake asks again, eyes narrowed.
The man smiles. "Would you like to see her?"
Jake's face smooths out. His shoulders square and he lets the air whoosh out of his lungs. He turns and looks out over the horizon, watching the blazing sun dip closer and closer to the line that separates the sky and the earth. He turns back to the man in front of him, unhappy about having to be put into this situation, but knowing that it's necessary in order to save Sherry.
"Yeah," he says sharply, "I do."
The man's smile widens a bit. "Excellent, Mr. Muller." He shakes his head a little, as if he couldn't believe something. "Excellent."
Sherry jerks awake, looking around, confused. When had she fallen asleep? She was no longer in a chair but in one of many cells lining either side of small room, with a small catwalk between them. She was in one cell and when she looks around, the person directly next to her gives her a shock.
"Chris?" She scrambles over to the side of the cell and reaches between the bars that separates them, managing to touch his shoulder, slightly. Giving it a few hard pokes, but his head is turned away and he's not moving. She stares at his back for a few moments, letting out a deep sigh of relief when it rises and falls with his breaths.
"Chris, wake up," Sherry says, giving him another poke, but Chris doesn't respond. He doesn't even shift.
Sherry pulls her arm back through the thick bars. Her arms fit, but she doubted Chris's would have been able to. Or, someone like Jake's.
She looks around and the person on Chris's other side is obviously a woman, but she's on her side, facing away, as opposed to Chris, who was on his stomach. Sherry looks on her other side, to see someone else she never thought she'd see. She scrambles over to the side and leans in close, knowing her arms weren't long enough to reach the man in the middle of his five-by-five cell but feeling like she had to get as close as she can to him.
"Leon! Leon, is that you? Please! Please wake up," she calls out softly, glancing around nervously. The other times she had been kidnapped, she hadn't ended up being alone for long.
There had to be like, thirty cells on either side of the hall with one exit on one side and one on the other. The walls were made of concrete with metal doors on either side of the halls. There was also a door in the cell too, on the opposite wall from the cell door. It was a solid metal door with a red light over the top of it and a dim green on next to it. While the walls were made of concrete, the floor was like pure white marble. It was chilled against Sherry's thin clothes, easily seeping into her skin.
"Leon?" Sherry says softly, looking at the sleeping face of her other childhood savior. He had stitches on the side of his head and a bandage on his cheek, but other than that appeared to be fine.
Leon's eyebrows pull together tightly as he opens his eyes to the dim lights over their cells. He looks around, obviously disoriented from whatever head injury he sustained but was able to stare at Sherry for about fifteen seconds before his eyes focused on her face.
"Sherry?" Leon whispers hoarsely, sitting up slowly. He groans in pain, rubbing the back of his head and shoulders as he sits up. Neck and back pop as he moves, attesting for how long he's been sleeping in that position.
It's at that moment that Sherry noticed that Leon was no longer in his signature black leather jacket. In fact, he was in all white. It was a strange color on him. It appeared to be a thin white shirt with a slight 'v' to the neck and starch white comfortable pants to go with it. He even had on a pair of white, slip on shoes. What's with all the white?
"Leon, are you okay?" Sherry asks, adjusting a bit on her knees. This floor was hard and unforgiving.
Leon rubs his forehead, making sure not to scratch at the stitches on the side of his head, but he does tap them, figuring out what they are and how far across his forehead they go. "Where are we? What happened?"
Sherry shakes her head. "I don't know. We were kidnapped, I think. Claire and Chris are here too."
"Claire and Chris? They're here too?" Leon asks, then blinks quickly, as if remembering something. "Wait? Helena? Where are you?"
"Here..." Helena groans from behind Sherry. She looks over and sees the woman on the other side of Chris sitting up slowly, rubbing her head in pain. She looks around confused for a moment before turning toward Sherry and Leon, before lowering her eyes to Chris and tilting her head to the side. "Is he okay? Hey," she scoots closer to Chris, "are you okay?"
Chris groans and shifts, sitting up slowly. "What the hell?" He mutters, rubbing his head roughly before looking right at Helena. His eyebrows pull together in confusion but his eyes light up in recognition. He rolls his shoulders back, pops rolling down his spine, before saying, "I've seen you before. You were in China with Leon."
Helena nods. "Yes. I'm Helena Harper."
Chris turns around, eyes inspecting the room they were in, taking in all of the cages, and their structures, and then the fact that there was other people in those cages. Once he realized this, he sighs.
"Shit," Chris mutters, "you too, Leon?"
Leon lets out a long winded sigh, pushing some of his blond hair away from his forehead and looks around their cages, eyebrows pulled together both in confusion about where they are and judge the pain in his head. He blinks rapidly a few times, tentatively touching his wound before sighing again and drops his hand back onto his lap.
"Where are we?" Leon asks.
"We were kidnapped," Claire says, squinting around the room as she sits up on Leon's other side. "I remember a Chinese man who had an amazing American accent got me away from the quarantine zone. He had someone waiting in the shadows." She reaches up and rubs her neck, shaking her head.
"Son of a bitch that hurt!"
Claire turns her head down past Chris and Helena with wide eyes. "Moira?" She squints at her brother. "Chris?" She runs her hands through her hair, feeling around for her missing hair bow before letting her hands drop again, groaning. "What is going on here?"
Sherry reaches up and touches the side of her head, where she was whacked however long ago that was but her healing has done it again. There is nothing there anymore. Her wound is completely healed up.
"Claire?" Moira says, rubbing the bruise on her forehead. She mutters a curse under her breath. "What are you...? Shit, were we kidnapped, again?" She throws her hands up in the air. "Why does this keep happening to us?"
"Speak for yourself," Helena mutters, sitting up. She rubs her right hip, as if she landed on it too hard. "This is only the second time I've been abducted by the bad guys."
Moira gives a little smile. "Yeah, me too."
Helena glances over at her and smiles back a bit. "Well, at least I'm not the only one."
"Yeah, I would say this is my second rodeo too, if it wasn't for being those two other times I was kidnapped." Sherry jumped to her feet, looking down at the man leaning up again the door at the back of his cell. He turns his head toward Sherry and smiles crookedly. "Hey, super girl."
"Jake! What in the world are you doing here?" Sherry asks, throwing her hands up into the air.
Jake raises an eyebrow. "Enjoying both the scenery and the lovely occupants of my new hell." He does a wide gesture around the room. He grins back at Sherry, like this was all a game to him. If Sherry could phase through all of these bars and cells to get to him, she would, and then beat the shit out of him. But she couldn't do that, so all that she could do was glare at him from where she was.
"Why are you the only one that seems happy to be here?" Sherry asks.
Jake smiles. "I'm not, trust me." He points at his face. "This smile is to hide the rage boiling beneath the surface. It's either that or turn murderous and since I can't do anything but pull at the bars, I've elected to trying to bottle it up inside until the time comes." He shrugs his shoulders. "So, deal with it, super girl."
Sherry rolls her eyes, falling back down onto her bottom. She puts her head into her hands and groans. "What are we going to do now?"
"You're going to be quiet for a moment so that I can think."
Leon's eyes widen. He spins around to his other side and jumps to his feet. He steps up to the bars and stares down at the girl laying on the floor in the middle of the cell.
"Ada?" Leon gasps, pulling everyone's eyes over to the final cell. "You were captured?"
Ada Wong turns her head slowly toward Leon. Her wrists are held together but thick metal bands with two clear vials slightly protruding from the piece of metal in between the wrists, making it impossible for her to somehow break them. It's injecting her with some sort of drug that is calming her down, keeping her only slightly lucid. It was a smart way to keep her under control. She looked worn and exhausted.
She also had a little pack on her right leg that had the same solution in it, that would continue injecting her with that stuff when her cuffs run out. Ada Wong was somehow cowed, and Leon is not sure what to think about it. She looked so fragile and weak, like she's been there for a long time. For too long.
"What is that doing to you?" Leon asks, lowering down to his knees, staring in a Ada.
She lets out a slow, deep breath, her blinking is almost as slow. "It... relaxes me. Makes me tired but not enough to knock me out. Slows my heart rate." She turns her head so that she's looking up at the ceiling. "It makes me useless. Works like a depressant. Just not the good kinds."
"You're dangerous," Claire says slowly. "You probably would have been able to figure a way out of here..."
Ada smiles wistfully. "I already did... but when I tried to escape... I was caught..." she closes her eyes. "Again. And when I awoke again, I had guests." She opens her eyes and looks lazily at Leon. "Nice of you to show up."
Leon shifts slightly, unnerved by Ada's out of character actions. It was painfully obvious just how unwell she was, just by looking at her. It made Leon extremely uncomfortable about this entire thing. It was bad enough that they were in a very strange - and very dangerous - predicament as it was, but someone like Ada Wong being there too almost had to be a sick joke. She had to be in on it, somehow, because the prospect otherwise was deeply alarming. Not only to Leon, but to everyone that knew her.
Ada Wong wasn't someone that was easily captured - by anyone. She's known world wide, after what happened in China and her supposed leadership of Neo-Umbrella. Almost every single country had her on their shit list. Before that, she was great at hiding, but now? Now she was impossible to find. She really had fallen off the map. Yet here she was.
She looked weak and tired, totally different than what she usually looked like. But even though she was laying there, staring at him through half lidded eyes. She must have been laying there for a long time, because her hair was all messed up and half fallen into her eyes. But none of those things took away from her beauty - not to Leon.
Or her lethality.
Even though she was tired and unmoving, with messy hair and dazed eyes, there was something about her that was unshakably dangerous. Even though she was obviously drugged, there was something about the look in her eye that reflected that a part of this was just an act. She was biding her time and waiting for the right moment before striking back against those that have them captured.
She blinks slowly, dark brown eyes still locked onto Leon's light blue ones. Her dazed smile turns sultry, proving just how much like herself she still is, before she turns away again and closes her eyes, letting her face fall neutral again.
"This entire thing is fucked up," Claire says, rubbing her forehead and taking another look around. "Where are we?"
Chris sits up and scans the room with his eyes before sighing. "Alright, guys, we need to put our heads together and figure a way out of this."
"Okay," Claire says, turning towards her big brother. "What do you propose we do?"
"First, information," Chris says. "We need to compile all that we know about these people."
Leon turns to look at Chris from over his shoulder. "Yeah, Chris is right." He turns a little bit toward the other while still being able to see Ada in his peripheral. There is a moment of silence while everything thinks about their short time with their kidnappers. Each of them had a little bit of a story to tell, but very little would ultimately help them.
"They are well organized," Sherry says after a long silence. "They were capable of incapacitating an entire subway train in minutes."
Leon nods. "Yes, and their is either multiple sects or a large enough group of them working together to be able to take over the train that Sherry was on, while at the same time managing to get both Claire and Moira from half way around the world."
"They are able to get into a quarantine zone undetected," Moira points out. "While that isn't the most impossible thing in the world, it's still not easy."
"Moira is right," Claire says. "We wanted to contain the infection as much as we could. That means we had to crack down on security to make sure it doesn't somehow slip through the net and keep the infection contained until it was flushed out of China completely." She sighs, running a hand through her hair. "Moira's right in the regard that they had to of been resourceful enough to get inside."
"So," Chris says slowly, "that means it could be someone within Terra Save."
Claire gives her older brother a droll look. "Sure, there could be a guy on the inside, or a bunch of them. But it wasn't just Terra Save that was there and could have access. It could have been someone from the BSAA or even someone from the Chinese government."
"Or," Helena says slowly, hoping this wouldn't Segway into an argument between the two Redfield siblings, "it could be someone who is skilled enough to mimic credentials for any or all of those groups."
That quiets everyone down. No one seems to know what to say to that now.
"And, they'd have to have access to some of the higher tiers of the BSAA and the UN," says another voice.
Leon turns toward Ada, who was still staring up at the ceiling blankly. Beyond her was one more person, someone Leon didn't see right away. She was curled up in a little ball in the corner with her arms wrapped around her legs. She was tiny, sitting there, Leon couldn't believe he missed her.
"Wait," Chris says, standing up, "is that..?"
"Hey, Chris," the girl says, pushing herself up onto her feet and turning toward them.
"No way!" Claire also jumps up to her feet.
"Jill?" Chris and Claire say at once.
Jill Valentine smiles at them, long blond hair settling around her shoulders and falling down to the bottom of her shoulder blades. "Hey, you two. Long time no see." Chris's shoulders slump a little. His eyes scan her body, as if to see if there was any injuries on her person. She smiles, crossing her arms over her chest. "I'm fine, Chris. Don't worry. Any wounds I may or may not have sustained has already been healed while I slept."
Chris doesn't look too happy about that. "How did they get you, Jill?"
"Attacked the facility I was in, I would assume," Jill says, "I'm not sure if anyone survived." Her shoulders droop a bit before she continues, eyes diverted to the ground, "I was gassed in my room before I realized what was going on. I'm afraid other than what I've said, I don't think there is anything more I could tell you guys that would help."
Claire wraps her hands around the bars that separate them. "It's okay, Jill. I'm just glad you're alright."
Jill smiles, relieved. "I'm happy to see you again, Claire."
"Ditto, Jill," Claire says, smiling back at her.
"You were in a place that people knew about, right?" Jake says, bringing up one of his legs so that he can rest his elbow on it, letting his hand dangle between his legs. He's looking over at Jill with ice blue eyes.
Her own blue ones lock onto his. But she doesn't see Jake, though, in those eyes. She sees Albert Wesker. She has to look away. She knows about Jake Muller, and his connection to the man who ruined a good portion of all of their lives. She takes a moment to breath before looking at him through the multiple cells that separate them. "Yes, that's right. How did you know?"
"Yeah," Sherry says, looking over at the red head. "How did you know, Jake?"
Jake waves his head around, smirking at her. "Trade secret, super girl." He throws in a wink before looking back over at Jill. "But I wasn't. My location changes every day. In order to find me, they would either have to have my cell phone number, which is possible, to track via satellite. Or," he says slowly, icy eyes crinkling around the corners as they narrow, "they have somehow been tracking me throughout my travels, for a long time."
Sherry shivers at that. "In order to track you, either they got lucky, or they've been following you since just after we separated."
Jake points at her. "Bingo."
A loud siren blares through the room, making everyone jump and look around. After a moment of silence, the metal doors behind them all groan before lock mechanisms creak and tumblers roll within the door before it opens up, sliding into the walls to reveal metal tubes leading into darkness. Everyone turns to look down the dark halls.
"Oh hell no," Moira says, shaking her head.
"Just move," Ada says, pushing herself to her feet, swaying slightly, as if dazed, before turning toward the tunnel. "It's best to just go on your own. The last thing that you want is for them to come in and move you themselves," she says slowly. She turns and looks over at Leon, smiling wickedly before stumbling her way into the tunnel.
There is a moment of silence where everyone looks to one another, unsure about what to do. Finally, Leon lets out a long winded sigh and straightens up. "Nothing ventured, nothing gained," Leon says, he looks toward the dark tunnel before rolling his shoulders back and heading into the darkness too.
Everyone stands up and slowly makes their way into the tunnels and the darkness ahead.
Sherry isn't sure how long she was walking. Her hands running against the smooth metal walls, hoping that there wasn't something on the ground anywhere in that hall for her to bang her knee off on. After a few more steps, she hears a different sound when she takes a step. It isn't the sound of her new shoes slapping against metal. She takes another, smaller step this time. The same sound.
It sounds like... like grate. Like she just stepped onto a grate platform. And then she hears it again, but this time on either sides of her. She looks around, trying to see in the darkness.
"Hello?" Sherry calls out, slowly.
"Sherry?" Claire calls out, making Sherry's shoulder droop in relief. "Where are we?"
Not a moment after the words left the red headed girl's lips, did the lights in the room, bright and blinding, fills the room. Making everyone shield their eyes from the light for a moment. Sherry blinks a few times, helping her eyes adjust before looking around the room. It was a large, sterile white room with one large metal door to the far left side of the room and a conveyer belt on the far right side. There appears to be metal panels over the belt entrance and exit of the room.
Everyone is suspended on grate platform cells with... slides, that lead down into the room behind simple grate doors. All of which were closed, except for one. Sherry's.
"Don't do it," Jake's voice pulls her from her observation. Sherry looks over at him, eyes wide.
All the doors leading into the grate cages seal shut.
"We don't know what will happen," Leon says.
Sherry looks over at the simple metal slide and rolls her shoulders back. "I'm not afraid," she says, stepping up to the slide and sitting down before sliding into the room, stumbling at the end at how slick the slide was.
Jake rolls his eyes. "Lose something?" He calls.
Sherry glares at him from over her shoulder. "Only my balance," she mumbles before turning toward the large door and waits. And waits. And waits some more. About five whole minutes pass, Sherry has been counting, before she finally throws her hands up into the air and spins around. "What do you want from us? Huh? Is this some kind of challenge? Well? Hello?" She lets her hands drop to her side and faces the large door to hear it start opening.
More tumblers roll and mechanisms groan until the door has completely rolled up into darkness. Sherry swallows, squares her shoulders and spread her legs, ready to fight if she needs to. There is a long moment of silence, of Sherry just squinting into the darkness. She sees something shifting in it, moving closer to her. Slowly, but her eyes lock onto it as it approaches.
"What do you see?" Claire calls, not able to see what Sherry sees from her angle.
Sherry doesn't pull her eyes away from the form moving toward her. "Something's coming..." she says, squinting more. Then her eyes widen as the shape steps out into the light.
A zombie comes shambling out of the darkness toward Sherry.
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