A/N: Oh, it feels good to be back on track once again. And the farther I delve into the story in Revelations and Operation Raccoon City I have more than enough inspiration to keep this going for a while. But for now, lets see how everything fairs within the mansion.
Disclaimer: I don't own Resident Evil.
Chapter 18:
"When we are afraid we ought not to occupy ourselves with endeavoring to prove that there is no danger, but in strengthening ourselves to go on in spite of the danger." - Mark Rutherford
Bam! Bam! The sound of a Beretta registering within the corridors of the Spencer Estate were punctuated by the sound of an undead falling to the floor with two holes punched through its head.
Jill lowered her sidearm and looked the downed carrier over a moment before turning to Chris. "Ethan and Rebecca weren't kidding about these things. It feels like some kind of B-Rated horror movie come alive." she admitted.
"At least we haven't run into any BOWs yet. And hopefully we won't." replied the point man as they continued their search of the mansions first floor. Ever since the two groups had separated the two older STARS had still been trying to come to grips with the revelations that had been laid upon them. The fact that not only the pharmaceutical company that pretty much ran Raccoon City was involved in bio-weapon research and development, but that the leader of the STARS that they had all known for so long was working for them under the table.
In the end, it all made perfect sense. With someone high up in the chain of command within the police department, Umbrella could keep tabs on everything should something happen with their experiments or the people that worked for them. Which would explain why Wesker had tried to keep their involvement out of the 'cannibal murders' that had gripped the city in fear.
Chris gripped his shotgun tighter, his anger spiking realizing that the so called 'cannibals' were infected people from the labs here in the forest. Venturing too far into the city limits and feasting on any unsuspecting people that wandered to close to them.
'We have to stop this. The whole city is in danger if this virus spreads beyond the mountains.' he thought with his resolve hardening.
His partner was having similar thoughts about the situation, everything that had happened since they first touched down to investigate Bravo Team's downed helicopter, finding Kevin's body, Joseph's death and Brad leaving them before making it to the mansion.
A burst of anger burned in her chest when she thought of how Vickers had up and left them to die after watching what had happened to their friend. jill swore that if they ever made it out of this and she got her hands on the pilot he wouldn't be able to walk a straight line by the time she was done kicking his ass.
But it wasn't just the situation they found themselves in now that had Jill's attention.
She was also thinking back to what had happened before they left on this mission. The interaction with the man named Trent came back full force when Ethan revealed Wesker's involvement, the man's warning about who they should trust made sense now. But it also raised several more questions.
The most important one being about Ethan. What was his purpose in all of this? Who was after him? And why was he in so much danger? She racked her brain as hard as she could but couldn't come up with an answer, the feel of the mini-disc reader in her hip pack bringing her out of her thoughts as she fought the urge to pull the device out and look through the files contained on it.
"Jill?" Chris asked touching her shoulder and bringing her attention back to reality. "You okay?"
"Y-Yeah, just thinking too much." she replied adjusting her hat as they continued on, checking a couple more rooms before making their way through the dining room and into the main foyer. Heading toward the doors across from them that led to the West wing of the mansion.
Chris stopped her as they reached the double doors, "It's more than that, I know you Jill, ever since we left the precinct on the chopper you've been acting strange. What's going on?" he asked wanting to know what had his friend and colleague so wound up and paranoid.
Jill had her gaze on the tile floors below her, weapon pointed down as she took a deep breath as she came to a decision. Reaching into her hip pack, she produced the mini-disc reader and showed it to Chris who took it skeptically and looked it over with careful eyes. "Back at the precinct, while I was gathering the gear for the mission, I was approached by this man named Trent. He gave this to me saying that there were files in it that would be beneficial to our mission." she explained.
Chris shot a look to her before going back to the device, "Did he say anything else? Who he was working for or who had sent him?" he asked letting his cop-mentality take over.
"He only said that he was working for people that were 'friends of STARS' and he was trying to help us." the woman swallowed, "He also said that...I should be careful with who I trusted. And that Ethan was of great importance to certain people and was in danger."
The entrance room to the mansion fell silent, the vastness of the space swallowing her words when she finished leaving an odd tension in the air. Both veteran STARS looked down at the expensive piece of equipment in deep contemplation. "Does...Does Ethan have some kind of involvement in all of this?" Jill asked the loaded question.
"Not a chance." said Chris sternly. "Wesker has always had this cold, shifty way about him that we all could tell. But Ethan? He was always upfront and honest with all of us no matter what the situation. This guy, Trent, whoever he is sounds like he was trying to warn us about Wesker's betrayal. Though it's a bit odd that he approached you on your own and just handed you information with no strings attached. But it does make me wonder why Ethan is in danger."
Looking the device over again, the point man handed it back to Jill who slipped it back into her pack. "We'll look at the files on it later. I don't know if we can openly trust the man who handed it to you, but if it'll help us later on we should consider looking at what he had given us. But for right now let's try and focus on getting out of this place in one piece."
Jill nodded in agreement as they opened the doors to the art gallery and stepped inside. Looking the place over thoroughly before entering the corridor beyond.
The duo barely made it halfway down the hall when one of the windows they had passed shattered, sending glass and chunks of wood from the frame spilling on to the carpet. Chris and Jill spun around, guns up as they addressed the threat, their eyes widening as they observed the hunched over form that had joined them. The lights on the walls shining off dark-green scales as the creature rose to its full height, long arms nearly scraping the floor with long, razor sharp claws on the tips of its fingers. A slanted head dotted with two glowing yellow eyes leered at them above a mouth filled with small, dagger-like teeth.
Neither of the STARS spoke as they aimed at the obvious threat as it hunched down, not taking its eyes off of either of them. A second window shattered behind them, another creature similar to the first was now blocking the only other way out of the corridor, a deep growl coming from the back of its throat seeing prey before it.
Now standing back to back, weapons trained on the creatures, Chris and Jill barely had time to prepare themselves as both let out bellowing shrieks and leapt forward with their claws outstretched.
X
Footsteps echoing off the stone walls around them, Rebecca and Ethan slowly made their way down the steps leading toward the crypt where the death masks were to be placed. The small cemetary fading behind them the farther into the Earth they went.
"And I thought the training complex was creepy." the medic whispered as they passed by a candle that flickered light ominously on the dripping walls. Ethan kept his eyes and ears sharp when they stepped into the small chamber at the base of the stairs, his gaze going immediately to the coffin hanging by four iron chains in the far corner.
Turning to the other side of the room where four pedestals stood against the wall, each one with a stone face on them that would fit the masks in his possession. "Here we go." he said passing the assault shotgun to Rebecca and taking the masks out of his pack.
Going to the first pedestal, he placed the mask without eyes on the stone face. A soft click was heard before one of the chains suddenly snapped off of the coffin behind them making the medic jump in alarm. Another mask was put in place on the next pedestal and another chain broke off, blood spilling from the casket as it dangled from its remaining restraints.
"I've got a bad feeling about this." Rebecca commented, aiming the shotgun at the coffin while Ethan placed the next mask in its rightful place.
"Me too, get ready for anything." said the profiler putting the final mask in place. The last chain broke off and the coffin dropped to the stone floor below, falling back with a loud clang allowing the cover to pop off.
Pulling out his Samurai Edge while his girlfriend held the shotgun, Ethan approached the open casket and peered inside. Recoiling as the powerful stench of decay hit them both full force.
Inside laid the rotting, red-colored corpse of a man who looked to have been dead for a long time. The body itself was thin with tears in the flesh revealing stiff muscles underneath, a mouth with broken, bleeding teeth hung open with closed, sunken eyes. Shackles with broken chains were clasped around its wrists that looked to be cutting into the dead man's wrists meaning he had been restrained at one point in time.
Their little investigation was cut off by the sound of metal grating on stone. Spinning around, they saw a gate come down blocking the only way out of the crypt. "Ethan, the exit!" Rebecca shouted.
"Forget the exit, we got another problem." Ethan replied as the corpse they had been looking at rose to its feet, chains rattling as it stood straight up. The sunken eyes snapped open, milky filmed orbs rimmed with red leered at them as a snarl ripped from its decaying throat.
The Crimson Head stepped out of the metal casket and was met with a blast from the shotgun in Rebecca's hands. The shot peppering its chest and splashing dark blood across the floor behind it. Ethan followed up by firing a round into its kneecap, blowing it out completely and sending the creature crashing to the floor flailing its arms and raking its claws on the stones as it attempted to get closer.
Deciding to save ammo, the older rookie stepped up, planting his foot in the things back pinning it to the ground and raising his other boot before bringing it down hard on the back of its head. The top of its skull popped like a bloody zit, splattering blood and rotten grey matter across the ground a foot away from the corpse.
"Yeesh," he muttered wiping his blood soaked foot on the floor. "I think I'll just burn these clothes instead of washing them." he commenting getting agreement from the young medic at his side.
"Yeah, can't wait to get out of these and into a warm shower when we get back home." she added.
Ethan couldn't help but grin at her, "Is that an invitation, Ms. Chambers?"
Rebecca put a finger to her chin and looked to be in thought, "Hmm...maybe." she said sending a bit of a sinful look his way before heading over to the casket the Crimson Head had risen from. Shaking himself and getting his mind out of the gutter, the profiler followed after her as she pulled out an object from within the holding container.
It was easily the size of an ashtray, hexagonal in shape with a carved stone outside and a metal interior that had a crest stamped in the center. Ethan smirked as he recognized the object, "That's the same size and shape of the indentations to the gate leading under the mansion."
"Then this must be one of the keys leading out of here." Rebecca said pocketing the 'Stone and Metal Object'. "Now we just have to find the second one and we can get out of this place."
Nodding, the traveler reached into the coffin and flipped a small switch toward the top which opened the gate that had sealed the way out. They headed out of the crypt and back up the steps toward the mansion. But the moment they reached the top of the stone stairs Ethan stopped cold, his sense of danger flaring as bright as the sun when they were out in the open.
His hand shot out and stopped Rebecca as his eyes snapped left and right, "What is it?" she whispered knowing the look on his face all too well.
"We're not alone." he said stiffly, taking a few slow steps out into the small graveyard. Boots crunching on dead grass and a few sticks that was louder than his heart pounding in his ears. But with each slight movement he made he felt something watching him, just out of sight within the shadows.
Like a predator stalking its prey in the wild.
Then he heard it, a low-pitched growl from somewhere outside the fenced in area surrounding him. Movement to his left caught his attention as a shadow leapt from the darkness, closing the distance fast and coming down with a loud shriek. Time slowing down as the creature that came after him extended the claws on its hands. Glowing yellow eyes piercing the night and locking with his, mouth full of sharp teeth open wide in preparation for warm flesh.
Ethan braced himself, bending his knees and leaping back and out of the way as the monster's claws sheared through a tombstone that had been next to him. Even in the low light from the moon and the handful of fixtures close to the mansion he could pick out the familiar form of a Hunter stood back up from its strike, spinning around and growling as the profiler raised his weapon to it.
The bipedal reptile emitted another shriek that echoed through the night. In response, two more Hunters leapt over the iron fence surrounding the cemetary, all three of them stalking around the rookie as they prepared to attack.
Rebecca stood by the steps they came up from, gripping the shotgun as her heart stuttered in her chest. The BOWs had Ethan completely surrounded and at a disadvantage. Without thought she raised the assault shotgun and fired at the one that had its back to her. The Hunter shrieked as the shot peppered its back, spinning around to address the new threat allowing the medic to rack the weapon and fire a second round.
She was rewarded with a splash of blood as the Hunter's chest was blown open, but the reptilian BOW remained standing as it hunched down and leapt toward her. Rebecca leapt forward and rolled as the creature flew over head and landed where she had been standing.
Back on her feet, she turned and snapped the gun up and fired. The blast taking out the back of the Hunter's legs and sending it crumpling down the stairs, snaps and cracks resounding with each landing before it hit the floor of the crypt with a final crunch.
The two other Hunters had leapt at Ethan when the first shot was fired. He dropped to his knees and rolled to the side, pulling his knife out in his other hand as he flicked the fire-selector on his Samurai Edge to three-round before opening fire. 9mm bullets pierced scaled hides, targeting the BOWs' soft bellies where they were the weakest.
Shrieking in response, one of the Hunters charged forward with it's claws ready to slice the rookie apart. Ethan reaimed and fired two quick bursts into its stomach and throwing it off balance before charging back. Ramming his shoulder into its torso and knocking it over, raising his blade and burrowing it through the Hunter's right eye.
The last Hunter jumped into the air, both claws raised to end the profiler when a shotgun blast knocked it out of the air and sending it crashing into two other headstones. Its dark-green skin darkened farther when its blood poured from the wounds, attempting to stagger to its feet only to find a gun barrel in its face. One quick three-round burst blowing the back of its head out and splattering gore across the ground.
Ejecting the spent clip from his handgun and reloading a new one, Ethan turned to Rebecca as she finished loading new shells into the shotgun. "Nice shot." he said grinning as he retrieved his knife from the other dead Hunter and putting it away.
"The skills you pick up in a life and death struggle." replied the medic nudging one of the BOWs with the tip of her boot. "Can we assume these came from the lab beneath our feet?"
"I can guarantee it." replied the older rookie as they made their way toward the mansion. "Guess Wesker saw we were taking down the carriers too quickly and wanted to start testing Umbrella's pets sooner than expected." He snapped up his radio and hit the switch on it. "Chris, Jill, what's your status?"
There was silence for a good thirty seconds and caused dread to start forming in the pit of their stomachs. "Green...for the most part. We were attacked by a couple of lizards things that tried to jump us." came Jill's voice making them breath in relief.
"Same here, we encountered these things back at the training complex. They jump pretty far and can run fast, their scales can absorb punishment so aim for the head or their torso." Ethan replied as they stepped into the main foyer.
"Gotcha. I take it these freaks are a part of Umbrella's BOW projects?" asked Chris.
"Yeah, and there might be more where they came from. Stay alert and watch your backs, these things will hunt a target and are relentless, they also coordinate in groups so don't let them get behind you." the teen explained as he and Rebecca came down the steps to the ground floor.
"We're on our way toward the courtyard. We'll check out around out there and see what we can dig up and meet back up with you guys in a little while."
Putting the radio back on his belt, he nodded to Rebecca who nodded back as they went around the stairs and to the door in the back corner next to another small set of stairs leading down to the gated exit.
Finding it locked, Ethan solved the issue with a powerful kick that shattered the door lock and frame allowing them entry. The room beyond looked similar to the foyer, same tiled floor with a large globe set up against the wall across from them. A shelf separating the front room from a corridor with a large jar containing some kind of organ and a candle stick with lit candles. Rebecca moved over to it and found a small memo book with 'G. Trevor' on the cover laying on the surface.
Flipping it open to the first page, she read what had been written. " 'Nothing's changed. I never thought that this room I designed as an experiment would pay off like this.' Wonder what they meant." she muttered hefting the shotgun as they entered the adjacent corridor and following it to the lone door on the far end.
They barely had it open a second when a zombie shambled out of the back room toward them. Ethan grabbed one of its outstretched arms and flung the undead into the wall hard, slamming the but of his Beretta into the back of its neck, severing the vertebrae and stopping its movements cold.
With the threat out of the way, they entered the back room, their reflections looking back at them from the large mirror that took up the entire wall on their left. A bunch of curtains taking up the opposing wall with a small planter containing herbs in the corner and an open armorer right next to the door they came in.
Ethan went to the open cabinet while Rebecca went to examine the herbs to replenish their medical supplies. The traveler looked over the empty shelves until he located the small jewelry box on the bottom. Picking it up and looking it over until he faced the small indentation where a certain jewel was suppose to go in order for the pieces to the puzzle that opened it to come out.
He mentally cursed realizing he hadn't collected any of the jewels that were on the second floor of the mansion. 'Ah fuck it.' he thought raising it up and slamming it on the floor making the medic behind him jump from the sudden noise. Raising his foot, Ethan brought it down and shattered what remained of the once beautiful container before kneeling down and siftering through the remains. Finding a broach with Spencer's emblem on it.
"Find something?" asked Rebecca after she pocketed the herb leaves she managed to collect.
Ethan held up the broach and pushed down on the emblem causing the forked end of a key to fold out. "A key, and the emblem on it matches the one I saw on a door when you, me and Richard came through when we arrived." he replied. "I'm pretty sure that it goes to Spencer's private office."
"If there was anything that would be helpful to us it would be in the head honcho's office." said the medic as they went back the way they came. It was here something had occurred to her, "We haven't checked in with Kenneth in a while. Maybe Richard's woken up."
Picking up his radio again, the profiler attempted to contact Bravo's point man. "Hay Ken, how are things on your end?" Static was his response. "Ken? You there? Respond." Again nothing but static. The rookies glanced at one another, coming to a silent agreement before heading toward the drug room to check on the other Bravo members.
X
Kenneth laid slumped against the wall next to the desk within the drug room, his radio on the floor an inch away from his numb fingers, head hanging low while his eyes drooped with sweat pouring from his forehead.
The bite on his leg itched and burned, something he knew wasn't good since he had received the injury before he had arrived at the mansion. That was several hours ago, now his whole body felt like it was burning, feeling as though his insides were attempting to crawl out of his skin. His head pounding like a nato drum while his vision swam.
He coughed violently, a glob of dark, sickly colored blood splashed on to the carpet next to him from his mouth. Leaning back against the wall when he managed to get himself back under control, he looked up at the lights above him while taking deep breaths. Kenneth knew that there was something wrong with him, a normal bite from an animal shouldn't make a person feel this way unless they had rabies...
...or infected with a particular virus capable of bringing the dead back to life.
It was with this thought that the Bravo point man realized what he should have known before when Ethan and Rebecca brought everything forward about the T-Virus and what it did to those affected by it.
The dark-skinned man's thoughts drifted to his ex-wife and his son, thinking about them fondly as his vision darkened more and more until it faded completely. He barely heard Ethan calling for him as he slumped forward, heart beating a few more times before it stopped completely.
X
They double timed it to the safe room, both rookies knowing that radio silence like that in this kind of situation was very bad. And Kenneth had been fine when they had all went separate ways nearly an hour ago, so if something got to him and Richard they needed to hurry.
Going through the dining room, and down the various hallways that led toward where the two men should have been held up. Ethan and Rebecca stacked up outside the door, reflexes ready for what could be waiting for them as the profiler turned the knob and shoved it open. Storming the room, guns up and sweeping the small space for trouble.
With no threats in sight, the couple found Kenneth's body on the floor leaning against the wall and went to check on him. "Kenneth? Kenneth?!" Rebecca exclaimed as she started checking him over, fingers going to his throat to check for a pulse.
Ethan's gaze scanned over the downed point man, catching sight of his rolled up pant leg and the blood soaked bandage that was exposed. Kneeling down, he moved the bandage and was greeted with the sight of a badly infected bite wound.
Clearly canine in nature, the skin around it was coated in dried blood and had turned a nasty combination of black, purple and green that could be seen easily even with Kenneth's dark skin tone.
"Becs." he said getting her attention. She turned away from her examination just as the man's eyes snapped open, their once brown color now clouded over white with a slight red tinting around the outside. His hands snapping out and grabbing Rebecca's shoulders like a steel trap as he tried to bring the young woman closer to his mouth.
Taken by surprise, the medic couldn't fight back against the undead point man's strength as he pulled her closer. Ethan was up in half a second, boot planted against Kenneth's face as he grabbed his girlfriend and pulled her out of his grasp, sending them both crashing on to their backs and out of harms way.
The undead Bravo groaned hungrily as he shuffled to his feet, mouth hanging open as he took a staggering step forward, dead eyes locked on to the two rookies as his one remaining instinct to feed overtook him.
Ethan held his pistol up ready to end the infected man when another gunshot rang out.
Bam! Kenneth's head snapped back, a bloody hole punching straight through his skull and splashing chunks of bone and grey matter on the wall behind him. He was still for a moment before dropping to his knees and falling face first on to the carpet.
Looking over their shoulders, the couple was shocked to see Richard sitting up in his bed. Beretta in hand while he held his side with his free hand, eyes locked on to Kenneth's fallen form before lowering his weapon. "What...did I miss?" he asked after a few seconds.
"A lot, and I think that's a good thing." Ethan said helping Rebecca to her feet. "How you feeling Rich?"
The comm specialist rolled his shoulder and winced a bit, "Been better. Shoulder's still pretty messed up but I don't feel sick anymore." He looked down at Kenneth's body and sighed, "What happened to Kenneth?"
"Got bitten and didn't tell us about it, was a good thing we got back here when we did or he would have gotten to you." the profiler looked down to see Rebecca beside her team-mate, hand sliding his eyes closed before standing again. He pulled her into a soft hug letting her know that he was there and that he was sorry there was nothing more they could do.
Nodding in thanks, the medic went over to Richard and began looking over his injuries. The wounds had started healing nicely, the bleeding had all but stopped and there were no signs of infection. Taking out another herb mixture she had prepared earlier, she spraying it over the wounds to help with the remainder of his recovery before redressing them. "You're healing as well as can be expected, but you'll still probably have to go to the hospital incase of internal damage." she explained, taking her mind off of Kenneth's turning and focusing on her specialty.
Richard flexed his hand a few times, feeling a slight sting in his arm and shoulder but nothing that he couldn't manage. "Mind getting me up to speed?" he asked standing on his own feet, swaying a bit but managing to stand upright.
Covering the body on the floor with a sheet from a nearby cabinet, Ethan grabbed the chair from the desk and pulled it out before taking a seat, arms resting on the back as he got ready to recount what they had explained to Chris and Jill earlier.
X
The residence dorms on the opposite side of the mansion's courtyard was eerily silent, save for the footfalls Chris and Jill made as they ventured through the old, worn corridors. The two veteran STARS had faced a few bumps along the way, after encountering the two lizard-BOWs back within the main building the had ran into a couple of zombies and a large spider out in the courtyard.
Using a crank they had found in one of the many rooms they searched to make a path for them before making it to the smaller structure in the back of the estate. The duo had already searched the front two rooms and the three-level pub at the end of the corridor. Finding a small key at the bottom of a tub that didn't look like it belonged in a place like this.
Stepping past the holes in the floor of the smaller hallway branching off the main one, and entering another that took a sharp right turn at the end.
"I wonder how the others are doing." Jill said as she fell in step behind Chris.
"From their last call, they seem to be doing alright." replied the male as they rounded the corner. "Besides, Ethan and Rebecca are smart. If they've made it this far I have a lot of faith that they can get through whatever gets thrown at them here."
"Still..." she trailed off as they passed by a door and could hear voices on the other side. Stepping closer, they leaned their heads close as they attempted to hear.
"No! That wasn't part of our deal!" Chris shot a look to Jill, "That sounded like Barry." he whispered as they drew themselves closer. The second voice was far too faint for them to tell who it was or what they were saying.
"But it's not necessary to destroy STARS!" This made them both recoil a bit. 'Destroy STARS?' Jill thought to herself, 'Who would want-' she stopped remembering what Ethan had explained to them. Chris seemed to come to the same conclusion as they heard Barry speak again.
"What about my family?!" The duo's backs straightened, hands tightening on their guns when they heard the anxiety and the trickle of fear in the older man's voice. But they managed to hold themselves still despite wanting to storm the corridor to go after the one threatening Barry's wife and daughters.
"I can guarantee their safety..." The second speaker said a bit more clearly, but they still couldn't tell who it was. Chris gritted his teeth and grabbed the doorknob, but Jill grabbed his forearm, shaking her head telling him not to do anything rash.
Barry sighed on the other side of the door, "If I play my cards right." he relented. A few more words were exchanged before the sound of footsteps faded away, everything going silent soon after.
Nodding to one another, the STARS opened the door and stepped inside to see Barry with his back to them. He turned around a little shocked to see them there, "Chris! Jill! What are you two doing here?"
"Investigating the grounds, we were passing through when we heard talking." said Chris fixing his old friend with a calculating look.
Barry looked a bit uncomfortable, "Oh, you heard." He turned and put his hands on a desk close to the wall. "I think age is starting to take its toll. Talking to myself is beginning to become a bad habit."
"Talking to yourself?" Jill asked unconvinced, "Barry, what's going on?"
"It's...nothing. I know you guys are worried about me, but this creepy mansion's just gotten on my nerves." the older man replied while walking away from them and staring out one of the windows. "Anyway...I think I'll head outside, get some fresh air." he turned and headed out toward the door they came in, pausing when Chris held his shoulder.
"It's more than that, Barry. I know you better than anyone, you can talk to us. We can help." the younger man said wondering what had happened to scare him so much.
Shrugging off the hand, Barry blew out a slow breath. "I'm alright, just need some fresh air. Maybe kill a few more monsters along the way to let off some steam." He regarded them both with a serious, and conflicted expression. "Just...be careful guys. There's a lot of messed up stuff going on here." without another word he went through the door and disappeared.
A few moment's passed before the duo turned to one another, "Something's got him scared. I've never seen him act like that before." Chris said not liking the situation one bit.
"I know the feeling, but who was he talking to?" Jill wondered looking into the room they now found themselves in. It looked live the living quarters they had been in when they found the key in the bath tub, only this one had a bookshelf moved aside revealing a metal ladder going downward. "This is the only other way out, whoever it was must have gone this way."
Chris racked the shotgun, "Then let's go find them, I got a few questions for when we do." Approaching the ladder, slinging the weapon over his shoulder as he began making his way down, Jill right behind him as the descended into the depths below the dorms.
A/N: For those that are pissed that Kenneth bit the big one, but anyone who's a fan of the series knows that it takes hours is all it takes for the T-Virus, and if he'd been bitten long before he arrived at the mansion his time was pretty much up one way or another. Richard's now awake and will be let into the loop about what's going on, but Barry's already being influenced by Wesker's threats. With the rate things are going, the mansion's secrets will be solved and everyone will breach the lab and face the bastard himself, and that's a confrontation I can't wait to write.
Jill finally managed to tell someone about her encounter with Trent and the files he left with her, now she and Chris will look to Ethan for answers sooner or later. The question is, how will he work his way around this when they approach him about it. But what exactly did the man leave them?
Next time, more bloody battles against BOWs, collecting the remaining keys...and a face off against Lisa Trevor. No one's gonna want to miss this!
