Resident Evil:
The Whole Story
Chapter Four
The sounds of the break room drowned out Abby Gomez's thoughts as she waited for the coffee machine to finish making it's precious liquid gold. She sighed heavily and got three coffee mugs and a tea tray from the cupboard above the coffee machine.
It was an insult, she was an intelligent young woman who wanted to become a researcher, who wanted to understand everything she could about the human body and when she graduated with full honours and Umbrella approached her with a job offer she though that she would getting her own small lab with a full staff under her, not being forced to run around getting everyone's drink orders and getting the equipment set up.
She really wanted to go home to Michigan, she wanted to go and see her parents despite the fact that she hadn't spoken to either of them in nearly five years but due to the sensitive nature of her work she couldn't leave this damn lab.
Jennifer, one of Abby's co-workers, had told her that she was going stir crazy and she should go outside and go for a walk but that really wasn't Abby's idea of a good time. She really hated nature, she was a city girl and it was almost as if Umbrella was adding insult to injury by sending her to this stupid place.
The one consolation she had was the mansion. The mansion that hide the underground laboratory complex was beautiful, she wasn't an architect by any means but she had fallen in love with the building and often had dreams of living there all by herself.
But she wasn't so lucky, there were two building above the complex that hide the lab, the mansion and a guardhouse and both were beautiful in there own way and she would be happy to sleep in either of them but unfortunately quarters in the mansion and the guardhouse were reserved for researchers and guards while assistants had to make do with sleeping in bunk beds in the laboratory quarters.
Abby tried to tell herself that it would all be worth it, that one day all her hard work would be recognised and she would be given a junior research position and then a senior research position and then eventually she would given her own project to lead.
Eventually she would be give her own laboratory to run and she would decide what to do and she would do something great, something that would really help humanity, like cure the common cold or find a cure for all the different types of cancer.
But for now all that would have to wait because if Doctor Smith didn't get her coffee then she would bite Abby's head off. She poured the coffee into the mugs and added cream and sugar to all of them aside from Doctor Smith's as she took hers black, to match her cold, dead heart.
She picked up the tray and walked over to the break room door and had to use her behind to open the door. No-one else was in the room at the time to open it for her and even if there were it would be very unlikely that they would get the door for her and if they did it would be because they would want something from her.
Once she managed to get through the doorway, miraculously without dropping the tray or breaking anything, she started to walk back to the lab where Doctor Smith and the others were waiting for her or, rather, waiting for their coffee.
She walked down a set of stairs that was outside the break room and ended up in an L-shaped corridor. She walked down the corridor and turned on her feet when she reached the end so she could face the elevator that waited around the corner. Abby pushed the button to call for the elevator and stood their tapping her foot until it arrived on her floor and the huge doors of the elevator slid apart.
Abby stepped into the elevator and hit the button which would take her down to the lab, thankfully the ride was short and the doors slid open almost as soon as they had closed. Abby walked through the doors and walked down to the end of the straight hall wall where a single door stood. The door had no knob or handle and was in fact opened by a card reader that was mounted on the wall next to the door. While Abby did have an ID card her clearance an assistant was too low to open the door, thankfully below the card reader was an intercom which she could use to speak with the researchers inside the lab.
Abby held down the button on the intercom as she blanched the tray in one hand. "Hello? I'm back with the drinks, could somebody please open the door?"
For a few moments there was no reply until Abby heard a small beep and the door slid open. Abby pulled her hand away from the button and quickly rushed into the lab, the damn electric doors in this place stayed open for maybe half a second before they closed on you.
Compared to some of the other labs in the complex the lab that Abby walked into was relatively small, the room itself was fairly large but considering that most of the lab in the underground complex were made up of several different rooms this lab was quite small compared to the others.
There were only three researchers in the room at the time, Doctor Hilda Costello, an Hispanic woman who was standing at the back of the room near a row of a stasis tanks where the artificial wombs which held the latest batch of Hunter B.O.W's The doctor was staring at the readout from the computer which was connected to the tanks with a dark frown on her face.
At the other side of the room Doctor Arnold Thompson, a tall, lanky brown haired Caucasian man with thick glasses who was sitting a computer desk was staring intently at various graphs and figures, of the three people in the room he was probably the nicest but that wasn't saying much.
At the very front of the room, standing in front of the computer which was connected to the giant stasis tank which held the giant albino creature with the exposed heart with her back to Abby, was Doctor Alicia Smith.
Doctor Smith was essentially second in command of the complex, she answered to no-one aside from the head of the complex. She was a beautiful woman but it was a cold beauty, she was the stereotypical ice queen right down to her blond hair and her blue eyes.
While everyone at the facility hated her no one had the guts to actually say it out loud, the woman was intimidating and could make you feel like nothing with just a look. Oddly enough however, at the same time almost everyone respected her. She was a brilliant scientist who seemed to excel at every single field, biological, chemical, viral, pharmaceutical you name it and Alicia Smith seemed to know every last thing about it.
No one liked her but at the same time no-one could deny they would be lucky if they had her on their team, any project that Doctor Smith was on was basically a guaranteed success.
Abby, as quietly as she could, walked over to one of the desks and put the tea tray down on it. She cleared her throat to get the Doctor's attentions. "Coffee's up."
All of the doctors stopped what they were doing and walked over to the desk and picked up their mugs, it was uncanny how each of them seemed to know which was whose, maybe they could tell by the colour or the smell or something.
Alicia took a sip of her tar and then stared at Abby and just like that Abby felt as through she was nothing, less than dirt. "Abby." She began and Abby stood up straight, when Doctor Smith talked you listened. "Doctor Tyron phoned from his lab earlier and he needs a hand, one of his assistants is sick and had to go to the infirmary so I said that you could go, so go, Delta lab."
"Of course Doctor," Abby said with a fake smile before she spun on her feet and walked out of the lab, the fake smile slipped off her face as she stepped in the elevator. Of course she had to go and help someone with something just because someone was a little sick.
She bet that it was Julian, if the guy felt even a little dizzy he would think that he was dying. And of course she had to go to Delta lab, that lab was on the other bloody side of the complex it would take her at least half an hour to get there and she just know that when she got there Doctor Tyron would accuse her of dragging her feet.
It had taken forty five minutes to get there and she already knew that she would get yelled. She pushed open the doors that lead into Delta lab.
Delta lab was much larger than the small lab at the bottom floor, it was made up of five rooms and each room had a door that lead into the next room. She walked over to where Doctor Tyron, a tall African man with intense was staring into the large containment cells.
"Doctor, you called for me?" She asked as she looked into the same containment cell, the test subject was a man who had taken his family on a picnic three months ago and unfortunately they had come a little to close to the mansions borders and once they assured that they all had no family who would come looking for them they had been used in the experiments.
The man's wife had been infected with a new strain of the Progenitor virus classified as Progenitor-L and was unfortunately the first to die, she suffered some painful mutations before she had been disposed and she had told them nothing new about the virus.
The man's daughter had been infected with a strain of the Tyrant Virus classified as Tyrant-M she managed to last longer than her mother at three days before she succumbed to the virus.
The man's son had been infected with both of the same virus's as his mother and sister and the mutations he suffered were horrific even by their standards, Abby had only caught a glimpse of the snarling creature who throwing his body at the door of the cell and who had blood pouring out his mouth, she had nightmares for weeks and refused to step foot in the lab until that thing was gone. Thankfully it had been taken to the underground laboratory beneath Raccoon City for further experimentation.
The father had been infect with the same virus's as well but he had also been infected with a sample of the base Tyrant Virus. The man's body now barely even looked human anymore but he still had human intelligence, the pain and suffering in his eyes attested to that. For a brief moment Abby felt sorry for him before pushing those feelings right back down inside her.
Weakness like that would get her killed, these people were not people. They were test subjects, resources. They were things that were used to help them continue and advanced their research and in a way it was their fault, who had a picnic that deep in the forest!
Doctor Tyron's voice, thankfully, brought her out of her thoughts. "Yes I did, I need to go and get something from Omega lab, while I'm gone could you please observe the subject until I come back?" His tone made it clear he was not asking.
"Of course sir." Abby said with a fake smile and a nod. Tyron returned the nod and walked out of the room. Abby glanced around and noticed that she was the only one in the room, the other assistants must have been out doing other things or in the other rooms monitoring the other experiments.
Abby turned back to look at the containment cell and picked up a notebook which held all the observations that the other scientists had made and opened it to the latest page, she picked up a pen and waited.
She wrote down how the test subject tried to get her attention, she wrote down how it begged her to help him-it, how it begged her to help it. She wrote down when she saw that it was crying and she wrote down when she noticed it was crying blood.
It wasn't a he, it was an it and that was the end of that because she had to believe that because if she didn't then she wouldn't be able to handle how much of a monster she was, how she worked for monsters and how she wouldn't be able to sleep at night or go on to cure the common cold.
And so she just kept writing as the thing in the cage wept tears of blood.
End of Chapter Four
