RESIDENT EVIL 4: The Strike Back
October 2nd, 1998:
Leon was beginning to freak out. “Where the hell is that room?” Chris was running out of
time, and more and more zombies were piling into the building. Suddenly, he
remembered that he had a couple of grenades in his pack. Quickly, he pulled out the pin
and threw it at an electronically-locked door. Once the smoke had cleared, Leon ran over
and saw that Hunter and Nemesis had Chris cornered. “Yo!” he yelled. “Over here! You
two pinhead idiots could even catch the slowest moving creature!” Amazingly, it caught
both monsters off guard. Leon began laughing, and then ran towards another part of the
basement. Both monsters chased after him.
“I’ll have to thank him later,” Chris said. “Meanwhile, I’ve got a traitor to catch!”
RESIDENT EVIL 4: The Strike Back
Many miles away, a man named Vincent Goldman was running a special project on
Sheena Island. “Hurry up!” he kept yelling. “We need more kids!” They were using the
kids from the prison as tests. “Vince!” a man yelled. “A couple of boys are trying to
escape!” Vincent grabbed a gun from his pocket and killed the man. “Damn ya’ll,” he
said. “You stupid idiots are supposed to guard the area. Instead, you let the prisoners
escape!” He quickly left the building and ran as fast as he could towards the prison.
Chris was freaked out enough. He had just finished slaughtering a large creature that had
tried to jump at him. The creature had long arms with webbed hands and feet. Its eyes
were hanging out of their sockets and its stomach was constantly opening and closing
while it was alive. If he thought that it couldn’t get any worse, he was wrong. Suddenly,
the same monster that had been stalking the S.T.A.R.S. since the beginning decided to
visit him. “Aw, damn,” he said, pulling out another magazine for his handgun. Where the
hell was Leon? Chris didn’t have any time to think. Nemesis swung his fist, but missed
and smashed into the wall. What a dummy. Nemesis had a bad shot, but it was
super-strong. Chris aimed for its eyes and fired twice. The S.T.A.R.S. killer grabbed its
eyes and fell through the wall. Chris ran through the nearest door and came to some stairs
leading up. He quickly ran up and looked around for any signs of Jill, Leon, or Barry.
Suddenly, the door beside him swung open, and a crippled man fell to the ground.
“H-help,” he moaned. “N-need help. N-now.” Chris leaned the man against a wall.
“Okay, settle down. Now, what happened?” The man stared at him. His eyes were dark
and he was in bad shape. He was wearing an Umbrella lab coat, which was torn in many
places. His dirty blond hair was messed up as well. “What’s your name?” Chris asked
him. The man gave another moan, and then cleared his throat. “Alfred,” he said.
“Alfred.....Ashford.” Chris knelt down beside him. “How did this happen?” Alfred
moaned again and coughed. “My....sister,” he said. “We were working on a project
together fifteen years ago. We tested this newly discovered virus on our father, but he
didn’t survive the test. My sister, Alexia, found out that the virus would not effect anyone
unless they froze themselves for fifteen years. Earlier today, she broke free. But she was
so strong that she broke everything in the lab. She was ordering me around, but I refused.
So she pulled out a gun and shot me twice in the stomach.” Chris stood up and pulled the
man to his feet. “You need medical attention. Too bad Rebecca wasn’t here......”
Suddenly, the sound of voices echoed throughout the hallway. “I just didn’t see why we
couldn’t have left New York earlier......,” a young female voice said. New York? Chris
grabbed his gun and aimed for the stairs. “Don’t shoot!” the young female yelled. “It’s
only me!” Rebecca and Dan had returned from their job. “Rebecca?” Chris asked. “This
man here needs medical attention!” Dan walked over to Alfred. “Ouch,” he said. “Looks
like something really did happen to you.” Rebecca quickly pulled out her first-aid kit and
wiped the blood off. Then she wrapped three bandages around his wounds. “You’ll be
okay now,” she said. Then she looked over at Dan. “I told you we should’ve come back
sooner!” “How was I supposed to know that the exact same things were happening
here?!” Dan protested. “Well now,” Chris interrupted. “What sort of help did you guys
find?” Dan and Rebecca looked at each other. “The train leads back to New York City,”
Dan said. “We got to the police, but they didn’t believe our story. Can you believe it?!”
Chris shrugged. “Actually, I can.” “That doesn’t matter right now,” Rebecca told them.
“Where are the others?” Chris slapped himself. “Damn,” he whispered. “I forgot all
about them when I ran into Nemesis and Hunter!” Rebecca looked at Dan, and then back
at Chris. “Who’s Nemesis and Hunter?” “Nemesis is a monster created by Umbrella,”
Chris explained. “He was sent to Raccoon City to destroy the all of the remaining
S.T.A.R.S. You might have seen him around once......” “I can’t remember if I did or not,”
Rebecca said. Suddenly, a big dark shadow burst through the wall behind Chris, who
quickly spun around. “That’d be him,” he said, pushing Dan and Rebecca back. “Get out
of here, before he destroys you!” Nemesis took one big massive step towards them. “Get
down the stairs!” Chris yelled. “I’ve got to help Alfred!” Rebecca and Dan ran down the
stairs, and Chris grabbed Alfred. “Let me stay here and die,” Alfred whispered. “I feel
too weak to go on.......” “Shut up!” Chris shouted. “We’re going to make it out of here
alive! Why do you think we live in this world? To live life to the fullest! Not to give up
right away. Either way, you coming with me!” Chris pulled Alfred over his shoulder and
hurried down the stairs. Nemesis is gaining! Rebecca and Dan were waiting at the bottom
of the stairs. “Go into the storage room behind you!” Chris yelled. “We’ll be safe in
there!” Dan ran over to the keypad beside the electronically locked door and punched in
several numbers. Suddenly, a beep went off and the door slid open. Chris looked back to
see if Nemesis was still coming. Not only was Nemesis coming, but he was lifting up his
grenade launcher! “Hurry up!” Dan yelled. “I’ll close the door as soon as you guys get
in!” Chris ran faster and threw Alfred into the room. Then he jumped in, and Nemesis
fired a rocket. “Close it!” Chris yelled. Dan punched in the same numbers, and the door
slid shut, automatically locking. BOOOOOMMMM!!!!!! The rocket had blown up
against the door, which made the whole room shake violently. When the explosion had
stopped, Nemesis rammed into the door, trying to get in. As Chris turned around, he
noticed that Rebecca was crying and shaking. Chris walked over and sat down beside her.
“What’s wrong?” he asked. “I-I’m really s-scared....,” she wept. “I w-want to go
h-home.” Chris gently laid her head on his shoulder. “That’s okay,” he said. “I’m scared
too.”
After a while, the banging stopped, and everyone gave a sigh of relief. But Chris’ job
wasn’t finished. “Dan,” he said. “I’ve got to go back out there.” Dan jumped up. “What?!
Are you nuts?” Chris shook his head. “Listen. My friends are out there, unprotected, with
Nemesis and a whole bunch of other creatures running loose in this building. Now, open
the dumb door.” Dan ran over to the keypad and punched in the code. “Just come back
alive, okay?” he said as the door slid open. “I will,” Chris promised. “I will.”
“As I was saying Mr. Oliveara,” Trent said. “There is another virus. This T-Veronica
virus is a virus that is similar to the G-Virus, but it lets you have more control over your
power.” After that last sentence, no one said a word for a minute. “Is that all you have to
give me?” Carlos asked. “Oh yeah,” Trent said. “I will be looking forward to seeing you
again. Please do come back in one piece. To the best of luck to you.”
“This plane will be leaving shortly,” the flight attendant announced. “A 9 hour flight to
Vienna, Austria.” Vincent was looking very forward to going back to Umbrella HQ. After
killing all the remaining prisoners on Sheena Island, he had released to T-Virus
throughout the island. The boss of Umbrella will give me a good reward......
Leon was looking around for Chris, but so far, he was having no luck at all. “I’ve got to
think fast,” he said to himself. “That damn monster is trying to hunt me down!” Nemesis
would eventually find him. Leon knew so. “Chris should be okay. He usually is. It’s
Claire I’m concerned about.” He hadn’t seen Claire for a long time. He didn’t even know
where his jeep was. Luckily enough, the pilots on the plane were nice enough to let the
jeep come along in through the back ramp. After quickly catching his breath, Leon made
his way through a door that led him to a lab. “What shall I find in here?” he asked
himself. He walked over to a desk and opened the first drawer. There was a couple of
reports on something called the “T-Veronica Virus” made by some Umbrella Researcher
named Alexia Ashford.
‘June 31, 1983: THE T-VERONICA VIRUS
I, Alexia Ashford, is proud to report the discovery of a new mineral. The “mineral,”
appears to be very effective against humans as it was tested on me and Alfred’s father,
Nosferatu. He became very stiff for a while and eventually was killed by the substance
later on. After doing some serious research on this new product, I have come to a
conclusion that for this virus to help you, you will need to freeze yourself for 15 years. I
have decided that I will test this out on no other person but myself.
“Oh hell,” Leon said after he finished the last sentence. “Another virus? I thought
Umbrella would have stopped making this crap!” Losing his temper, he threw the
garbage on the ground. “I wonder what Umbrella will come up with next....” Leon
walked over to one of the tables. The table had many test tubes and beakers on it. One of
the beakers appeared to have a blue substance in it. “What’s this?” he said, picking it up
to examine. Suddenly, something tapped his shoulder. “I don’t think you want to be
playing with that stuff,” a voice behind him said. Leon spun around. “Who are you?” The
person who had tapped him was a woman probably in her mid 20’s, but Leon soon
learned that she was actually 36. “I’m an Umbrella Researcher,” she explained. “I see
you have found one of my earlier discoveries.” Leon stared at her. “Are you who I think
you are?” The woman nodded. “That’s me,” she proudly announced. “Alexia Ashford.
The person who made the amazing discovery of the T-Veronica Virus.” Leon grabbed
her. “Don’t you know that these viruses are eventually going to make the whole world
become extinct!” Alexia pushed Leon away. “When I discovered this mineral, the
T-Virus or the virus created by Dr. Birkin wasn’t around. I had no idea what was going to
happen in this new decade. It’s too late now. I have power. The T-Veronica virus is
powerful. I can feel it.” Alexia took off her lab coat. Her whole right arm was covered
with some sort of dark yellow vine. When she turned her head, Leon saw that a few hairs
on her head were light brown vines. She lifted part of her dress. Just enough to see the
dark yellow vines on her leg. The “vines” were growing inside her leg and were growing
though her skin. Leon jumped back. “Doesn’t it hurt?” Alexia put her lab coat back on.
“Actually, no. In a way, it does feel strange, but I can’t really feel it.” She turned away.
“I’ve seen some of your friends around. They found my brother.” “I have to go find
them,” Leon told her. “See ya around.” “Wait,” Alexia said. “Before you go, I need to tell
you something. Watch out for my father. He is very dangerous. Now hurry along. This
virus isn’t exactly easy to control.” “Thanks for your help,” Leon said. He quickly left the
room and ran down the rest of the hallway in hopes that he would find his friends in one
piece.
Chris had finally found his friends. “Where were you?” Jill asked. “We were getting
worried.” “Rebecca is here,” Chris told them. “Her and Dan have returned from New
York. Where’s Leon?” “He left to find you,” Jill explained. “Me and Barry were just
looking for him because he hasn’t come back for a long time.” “Follow me,” Chris said.
“We have taken shelter in a storage room.” He led Jill and Barry back down the stairs and
to the storage room. Chris knocked on the electronically locked door. “Dan, it’s me
Chris. Let us in.” After a couple of beeps, the door slid open. “Take these two,” Chris
told him. “Keep them safe as well as Rebecca.” Jill and Barry entered the room. “Glad to
see you again,” Jill told Rebecca. “And I’m glad to see you too,” Rebecca replied. “I’m
leaving again,” Chris said to Dan. “I’ll be back within three hours.” “Who else is
missing?” Dan asked. “My sister, a little girl, another R.P.D. cop, and an Umbrella
Mercenary.”
“Would you like anything to drink?” the flight attendant asked. “I’ll have some coffee,”
Vincent replied. Once the flight attendant left, he lay back in his chair. “A couple more
hours,” he muttered. Across from Vincent was a suspicious man who was looking
through the files on his laptop. That man is too strange. Vincent looked away and stared
out at the night sky.
Leon had bumped into a teen girl. “Sorry,” he said. “L-Leon?” the girl said. “Is that you?”
The girl turned out to be Claire. “Claire!” Leon exclaimed. “Where were you?” “I was
sleeping in the back of your jeep,” she explained. “We’ve got to go back and get Sherry!
It’s too dangerous for her!” Before Leon could say any more, Claire pulled him down
many hallways and they eventually came back to the entrance of the building. Outside,
Leon’s jeep lay still and silent. “She’s in the back,” Claire told him. “We’ve got to get
here to the others!” Leon ran over to the back of his jeep and lifted Sherry up. “Just how
are we going to get to the others?” he asked. “Even I don’t know where they are.” “We’ll
find them soon enough,” Claire replied. “They’re inside somewhere. I’m sure of it.”
Chris had heard a couple of people talking near the entrance of the building. “Hello?” he
called out, but no one answered. He quickly continued down the hallway. The front
entrance door was open. Chris casually peered around the edge of the door. “Claire!” he
shouted. “Where have you been?” Claire ran over and jumped at her big brother. “I was
sleeping in the back of Leon’s jeep the whole time you were probably gone!” she
exclaimed. “I fell asleep in the jeep back when we were at the police station.” “Chris,”
Leon said. “Do you know where the others are?” “Follow me,” Chris instantly answered.
He led them down a series of hallways and then down a flight of stairs. At the bottom, the
steel door seemed to shine. “Dan,” Chris said. “It’s me, Chris again. I found three of the
four missing people.” A series of beeps filled the hallway again and the door slid open.
Leon carefully lay Sherry down beside Rebecca. Claire sat down beside Barry and
engaged a conversation. “Carlos is still missing,” Chris told Dan. “This is the last time
I’m pretty much going to leave this small shelter.” “I’m going with you,” Leon quickly
said. He handed Dan his AR33. “Use this to stop any attacker.” Dan nodded, and then
allowed the two boys to pass.
“So,” Chris said to Leon. “Exactly how old are you?” “I’m nineteen,” Leon replied. “I
joined the R.P.D. because they need more cops and because I think that protecting and
serving people is the way a man should live his life.” “I quite agree,” Chris joined in. “I
was at Air Force for a while until I got kicked out. I eventually met Barry, and he
mention that the S.T.A.R.S. could always use another recruit. That’s how I became a
S.T.A.R.S. member.” They ran up the stairs and turned down the hallway to their left.
“What do you think of all this?” Chris asked. “It’s too much,” Leon said. “With all of this
happening, I think we both deserve a raise.” Chris laughed. “Too bad the R.P.D. isn’t still
operating.” “Yeah,” Leon agreed. “So, where exactly are we going?” “Where do you
think Carlos would have gone?” Chris asked. “I don’t know myself, but we’ll find him.
Even if we have to search this whole building.”
They took another turn and came to another set of stairs, but these ones were going up.
At the top, another hallway of endless amount of rooms surrounded them. A sign on the
wall beside them told them that the monitor room for the second floor was a little further
down the hall. Chris and Leon walked down the hallway. There was a sign beside the
24th door. “This is it,” Chris announced. “2nd Floor Monitor Room.” They entered the
room, which had 10 monitors in the center. “We can easily find him with these things,”
Chris explained. “Go over to that computer and search for body heat.” Leon ran over to
the main computer, which had a search screen on it. He typed in, “body heat.” The
computer scanned the whole building, and the monitors shut off all at once. Suddenly, a
map of the whole building appeared, and many red areas shaped like humans moved
through the building. Leon commanded the computer to being up all files on each person.
A total of 35 statistic files appeared. He quickly looked through each one carefully to see
if any of them was Carlos. The first file had a picture of someone named, Albert Wesker.
Carlos’ face was printed on the 30th file. Leon clicked on “Location.” The other files
suddenly disappeared, and an orange box formed around one of the three people in the
library. Leon stood up. “He’s in the library.”
“We’ll be landing in about twenty minutes,” the flight attendant announced. “Yo, Blake!”
a man whispered. “Wake up!” The man was a member of the Bangor S.T.A.R.S. His
name was David Trott. Blake woke up and yawned. “That was fast,” he said. “You slept
the whole time,” the David told him, facing the people behind him. “We’re almost there
Karen.” The woman behind him looked at the two men beside her. “Almost there,” she
told them. Over in the seats beside the group, a strange man pulled out a briefcase.
“Remember,” David said. “This is for the whole world’s safety.” He pulled out and
looked at the list of his friends coming to Vienna with him. There was himself, Karen
Driver, John Andrews, Steve Lopez, Blake Robinson, and Alan Kinneson. They all
wanted some time off, so they thought that going to Vienna would be a good place for a
vacation.
Chris and Leon reached the library. They looked around for Carlos. “There he is!” Leon
silently yelled. Carlos was heading straight for an Umbrella employee. Chris pulled out
his handgun and shot the Umbrella guy in the top of the head. “Move!” another employee
yelled. “Someone’s in here!” Carlos started moving too. Chris pulled Leon behind a
bookshelf. Carlos ran up the stairs, and Chris grabbed him when he passed them. “It’s
only us,” Chris said. “Let’s get out of here.” “Yes,” Carlos said. “Let’s.” Chris and Leon
led Carlos back to the shelter they had taken. Leon knocked on the door. “We found our
last group member,” he said. Dan punched in the appropriate numbers, and the door slid
open. Claire was sitting beside Alfred, staring at the ground. Sherry was asleep, Barry
was reloading all of his guns, and Jill seemed to be thinking about something. “Uh, we’re
back,” Chris announced. Claire stood up. “When can we leave this horrible place?” Leon
shook his head. “I don’t know, but we will.” “Let’s just get out of here right now,” Dan
suggested. “I’m getting restless. With all of the money I have in my bank account, we can
get a plane heading to New York. We can’t take the train down in the sewers, due to a
small power outage down there.” “I think Dan’s plan is the best,” Barry said. “I just want
to leave,” Alfred said. “He’s well enough to walk and run on his own now,” Rebecca
announced. “He needs some sort of defence,” Leon said. “Dan, if you know where the
weapons storage room is, go and grab him a simple handgun.” Dan quickly nodded, and
then left the room. “We’ll leave as soon as he gets back,” Chris promised. “If he does
come back,” Rebecca muttered.
“Welcome to Vienna,” the flight attendant said out loud. Vincent grabbed all of his stuff
and headed for the exit. “I’m finally here,” he said to himself. He walked down the
corridor and sat down on a seat in the airport. Casually, he glanced at the nearest
restaurant. “I guess I could go for a quick lunch,” Vincent said. Forgetting about how
much money he had in his wallet, he walked over. At last he remembered. There was a
bank machine over in the corner of the restaurant. Vincent hurried over and punched in a
whole bunch of numbers. He decided he would take out at least 100 dollars. After
stuffing the bills into his wallet, he made his way over to the line-up.
David was reading a newspaper over by the magazine stand. The only thing was, the
newspaper was in english and was printed on July 1st, 1998. He had managed to snag a
Raccoon Weekly. The first article was about the S.T.A.R.S. suspension. David kept
reading it over and over. He had it pretty well memorized. “I need something else to
read,” he said, looking at the magazines. Most of them were Austrian, but he eventually
found one in english. Umbrella’s symbol was on the cover. “Umbrella is big!” David read
aloud. Inside was a whole bunch of articles on what Umbrella is and does. “Most
interesting.” “Hey,” Alan said, walking over. “What part of the city are we going to visit
first?” “Don’t you think we should check out the Umbrella HQ near the city limits?”
David asked. “Oh,” Alan said. “I didn’t think about that part. Where are the others?”
“They’ve already left for the hotel,” David told him. “We’re supposed to meet up with
them later on.” “Listen,” Alan started. “If you want, we can go check out Umbrella.” “I
think we should,” David said to him. “I wanna learn more about what they do.”
Chris glanced at his watch. “The time is 1:26p.m.,” he announced. “Dan left this room at
about 12:56p.m., so where the hell is he?” Suddenly, the door slid open. “Uh, I’m back,”
Dan said. “Sorry I took so long. I was confronted by this worker named Dr. Ashford.”
Alfred pulled himself up. “Stay away from her! She’s a monster!” Leon stood up beside
Alfred. “I’ve seen her. Be careful around her. She’s infected with a virus she calls, the
T-Veronica.” “Are you serious?” Rebecca asked. “I’m serious,” Leon said again. “That is
bad and also good,” Rebecca said. “It’s good because I really want to study these viruses,
and it’s bad because the whole world is in even more danger.” “You’re right there kid,”
Barry’s big voice said. “And we’ve got to stop her from releasing it.” Dan handed Alfred
the handgun. “Ever use one of these?” “Oh yeah,” Alfred said confidently. “Chris, are
you sure you know what you’re doing? I mean, Umbrella is a powerful company....”
“Don’t worry,” Chris replied. “I know what I’m doing.” Dan faced Chris. “Do you know
anything about the opening to the Weapon Storage Room? The whole door was blown
open!” Chris laughed. “Sorry, that’s classified.” Dan shot Chris a strange look.
“Umbrella HQ,” David said. “This is the main attraction.” “Should we go inside?” Alan
asked. “Yeah,” David answered. “Let’s check it out. I don’t know if we’re welcome, so
get out a gun.” Alan pulled out a machine gun from his backpack. David pulled out the
same. They entered the large, vast building. The inside was dead quiet except for a few
shouts now and then. “Woah,” Alan said. “Where is everyone?” David looked around at
the hallway, which was totally destroyed and had bullet holes in some areas. “I’d say
something big happened here.” The ground started to shake. “What the hell?” Alan said.
Suddenly, a huge figure dropped through the ceiling. The figure was dressed in a black
suit and its eyes were plain white. Above the eyes were stitches, and below the head were
large, purple veins. “I don’t like this guy,” David said, starting to shoot him .”Why won’t
he go down?” “He’s obviously very strong,” Alan answered. The creature was getting
closer to the two men. “David! Face it!” Alan yelled. “He’s too strong! Let’s get out of
here!” The only way they could go was through the door behind them. The thing was
blocking the other hallway and the entrance door. Apparently, David was listening to
what Alan was shouting. Suddenly, he was grabbed and thrown through the door behind
him. When he looked up, he saw Alan pushing bookshelves to block the door. BAM!!!
The creature had rammed into the door. After two more attempts to get in, the creature
stopped and left the situation. “Why did you push me in here?” David asked Alan. “I
could’ve stopped him!” “Actually, you couldn’t have,” Alan replied. “I kept telling you
that he was too strong, but no! Instead, you completely ignored me and kept shooting! No
offense, but you would have been killed.” “Freeze!” a man shouted behind them. “Get up
and drop your weapons!” David and Alan stood up and dropped their machine guns.
Chris heard someone yell over in the cell area. “Stop,” he told the group. “I told you, I
could’ve stopped him!” a man yelled. “You would’ve been killed!” another man yelled
back. “I’m going to check it out,” Chris announced. “Leon, you’re coming with me. Dan,
I’m leaving you in charge. We’ll meet you just outside the entrance of the building.”
“Right,” Dan said. Dan moved the group towards the entrance. “Alright Leon,” Chris
said. “Let’s check this crap out.” Leon smiled and opened the door leading towards the
cells. “Wait!” a voice shouted. “I hear someone coming!” Chris and Leon entered the cell
area. There were two men inside a cell. They were dressed in some sort of jacket with
black track-suit pants. The first man had brown hair with brown eyes and the second man
also had brown hair, but he had blue eyes. “Let us out!” one of them yelled. “Alright
already,” Chris said, aiming his handgun at the lock. One shot and the cell door swung
open. “Thanks,” the second man said. “No problem,” Chris replied. “Do you guys really
work for S.T.A.R.S.? the first man asked. “Well, I do,” Chris answered. “Leon here isn’t
quite a S.T.A.R.S. member yet.” “Who do you guys work for?” Leon asked. “We uh, I
can only tell you that we are from Maine. Now if you will excuse us, we have to get
going.” The two suspicious men left the area. “Who were they?” Leon asked Chris. “I
don’t know,” Chris answered. “But it’s almost like they’re somehow connected to us.”
Vincent left the airport and jumped in a taxi. “Take me out to Umbrella HQ,” he told the
driver. “If you say so,” the driver replied. Vincent sat back. He was beginning to like this.
The services were going fine so far, but he was still concerned about something. The
small “group” on the plane was a little suspicious. They acted like they were in some
sort of secret service. They couldn’t be S.T.A.R.S., but could they be? The Special Tactics
and Rescue Squad were one of Umbrella’s most hated enemies. Especially the branch in
Raccoon City. A couple of his pals had told him about them.... They destroyed the
Spencer Mansion. Those rotten pigs. I hate them all. “We’re here,” the driver told him.
“That’ll be $13.50.” Vincent pulled out his wallet and gave the driver a twenty. “Keep
the change,” Vincent told him. He left the taxi and entered the HQ. As soon as he got in,
two of his friends came running at him. “RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!!!” Nicholas yelled.
“NOSFERATU’S COMING!!!” Vincent turned and ran alongside his friends. They
quickly ran into a room with a steel door and locked it. “What did you do to make him
mad?!” Vincent asked Nicholas. “We were trying to get to Lab C, but we didn’t expect
him to be in that area,” Lyle explained. Nicholas Griffith and Lyle Ammon. Brilliant.
“You two are idiots,” Vincent told them. “If Wesker ever found out, you two would be
dead.” “Yeah, but we aren’t,” Nicholas said. “Besides, Wesker wouldn’t give a damn
about this crap.” “Good point,” Vincent agreed.
Chris and Leon moved towards the entrance of the building. “We haven’t seen Wesker
for a long time,” Chris said. “I wonder where he is....” “Is Wesker that guy in the black
S.T.A.R.S. suit?” Leon asked. “That would be him,” Chris replied. “He was working with
the S.T.A.R.S. for a while. We didn’t realize he was with Umbrella as well until we went
to the Spencer Mansion deep in Raccoon Forest. The night ended with the destruction of
the estate. Wesker was killed by the Tyrant lurking around in the Mansion, but he was
resurrected by Umbrella. I don’t know how they did it, but they did it.” “Most
interesting,” Leon said. Suddenly, a zombie-like moan came from around the next corner.
As they came around the corner, they saw a man that was severely beaten up. His chest
was ripped away, revealing reddish muscles and half of a heart, but it was clear that this
man was not infected with the T-Virus. “He looks like a woman I met while I was
searching for you,” Leon said. “Her name was Alexia Ashford. She told me that her
father, Nosferatu, was infected with the T-Veronica virus, a virus that is just as strong as
the G-Virus, but you have more control over it. Alexia is Alfred’s brother, and they tested
the virus on their father. Unfortunately, he didn’t survive it. This must what’s left of
him.” Chris pulled out his handgun and began firing at the walking corpse. After ten
shots, the T-Veronica infected man had not gone down. “Why isn’t he dying?” Chris
asked Leon. “I guess 9mm bullets don’t harm him as much as a larger gun would,” Leon
suggested. Chris looked around for a bigger and better gun. Suddenly, he spotted one.
Inside a box over near the far corner of the wall, was a Sniper Rifle. “Leon,” Chris said.
“Run over to that box and throw the Sniper Rifle over to me.” Leon quickly nodded and
ran over to the box. He grabbed the Sniper Rifle and threw it over. The two of them had
made good timing as Nosferatu was only 5 feet away from them. “Time to die,” Chris
said to the corpse. He pointed the gun towards the man’s heart and fired. “UUNNN,”
Nosferatu moaned as his crippled body fell to the ground. “Nice shot,” Leon said,
running over. Suddenly, the ground started shaking. “We’re not alone,” Chris said.
BOOM!!! The wall
behind them burst open, revealing Alexia Ashford. “AAAHHH!!!” he yelled. Suddenly,
her skin peeled away and she grew five times bigger. Her left hand formed into a giant
claw and her right arm grew thicker. “Let’s get the hell out of here,” Leon whispered to
Chris, who nodded. The attempt was too slow. Alexia had beaten them to the exit. With
one mighty swipe, she knocked Leon off of his feet. Chris quickly loaded a full magazine
and began firing at her face. Just like all of the big monsters, the bullets didn’t work very
good. Alexia jumped at Chris, but she missed thanks to his quick reflexes. When she got
back up from her fall, she didn’t look too happy. “Crap,” Chris whispered to himself.
Leon rolled out of the way and got out his second machine gun. “I’m pissed,” he said,
firing as fast as her could. Chris looked over at him, but the blow was bad. Alexia nailed
him right across the head. She roared in excitement, but the bullets from Leon’s gun
pelted her right in her left eye. Leon laughed as he slapped in another magazine. “Nice
shooting,” Chris told him. “Ain’t bad for a rookie,” Leon agreed. Alexia suddenly
shuddered. Then she began growing even larger. “HHHRRROOOAAARRR!!!!” she
boomed. Chris and Leon looked at each other. “Boy,” Leon said. “She’s asking for more
lead.” He pulled the trigger, and Chris watched as they tore threw her re-grown skin.
After giving one more roar, Alexia extended her claws and swiped at Leon. “Woah,” he
said, rolling away. “You’ve had way too much excitement today.” Alexia gave another
roar and then snatched the gun away from him. One she had a tight hold on it, she ripped
it in half. “Hey!” Leon yelled. “It took me a long time to find a gun like that!” Suddenly,
a rocket launcher flew through the entrance. “Use this!” Barry yelled. Chris didn’t need
to be told once. He dashed over and picked it up. “Say goodbye sweetheart,” he said to
Alexia. BLAM!!! The rocket exploded Alexia’s mutant body. Chris pulled Leon behind a
door and they watched as blood splattered all over the wall and floor. Suddenly, Alexia’s
massive arm flew through the air and hit the wall. Both boys were speechless. They had
already seen stuff like this. “Let’s go,” Chris said.
“Nosferatu is dead,” Lyle told Vincent. “He’s just around this corner.” Vincent and
Nicholas peered around the corner. “Those damn S.T.A.R.S. killed him,” Vincent said.
“For once, they did us some good!” “Shut up,” Nicholas said. “This is no time for jokes. I
want to show you two my newest creation.” Nicholas led Lyle and Vincent down a series
of hallways. The lab Nicholas wanted to show them was directly in front of them as soon
as they came to block C. “It isn’t another virus, is it?” Vincent asked. “Oh, no, no, no,
no,” Nicholas replied. “This is the T-Virus, only I’ve perfected it. The virus now affects
the human brain tissue in under ten minutes. I was going to release it this morning, but
what the hell. There’s already enough viruses that people need to worry about.” Nicholas
opened another door. Inside the lab, three men sat down on chairs. The three men were
Tom Athens, Louis Thurman, and Brent Ford. Their expressions were blank. “Have they
been infected?” Vincent asked. “Yup,” Nicholas answered. “For a long time.” “How
come you didn’t tell me about this?” Lyle asked. “I just didn’t feel like it,” Nicholas
replied. “Check this out. Athens! Go check on the T-Virus in Lab D. When you’re done,
go to the cafeteria and wait until further instructions.” Without a question, Tom Athens
left the room. “This is way too cool!” Vincent explained. “You’re a genius! Hey,
Thurman! Tell me you’re the dumbest person!” Thurman turned towards Vincent. “I’m
the dumbest person,” he said, calmly. “Most interesting,” Vincent said. “Anyways, I’m
going to go get cleaned up. I’ll meet you guys in the cafe. And why is it so quiet in this
building?” “Um,” Lyle began. “A couple of zombies broke in through the basement.
Then, as soon as we caught a couple of guys, a whole bunch of monsters attacked. There
are still at least fifty employees left in the building.” Vincent shrugged. These two are
complete clowns. Don’t they know how to run a place properly?
The drive back into Vienna was relaxing. No zombies, no Nemesis, no.... “Hey!” Jill
exclaimed. “Wake up!” Chris had fallen asleep. “Are we almost there?” Leon turned
around. “We’ll be there in about another five minutes.” Chris lay back. “We haven’t seen
Wesker for a long time.” “Why do you care so much about him?” Jill asked. “He hasn’t
bothered you since you last saw him.” “He betrayed us,” Chris muttered. “He killed many
of my teammates. He just about killed me!” Chris folded his arms and turned on his side.
“Just let him cool down,” Jill told the group. “He’s just overtired.” They don’t know jack
about my life, Chris thought. They don’t know that I almost died. Perhaps they don’t even
care.
Nicholas Griffith stared at Ammon’s still and expressionless eyes. His corpse hung from
the doorway, making it harder to open. Griffith had stabbed him to death, and then nailed
him to this doorway. At least Ammon’s body had made it harder to exit the room behind.
This meant that the Re3’s couldn’t get out of their room. Little did some people realize
that the room was the nest of many Re3s. “A good friend with a small mind,” Griffith
sadly said. “It’s too bad he had to go.” A door slammed. “Alright,” Vincent said. “The
game’s up. What did you put in my drink?” Griffith laughed. “Nothing pal.” Vincent
wasn’t in the mood for bad jokes. He instantly pulled out a gun and pointed it at
Griffith’s head. “If it was nothing, then how will you explain why I fell into a deep
sleep?” “Alright already!” Griffith yelled. “Can’t you take a joke???” Vincent narrowed
his eyes. “Not now anyways.” “I poured some clorohydrate in your coffee,” Griffith told
him. “Happy that I answered?” BAM!!! Vincent looked down at Griffith’s motionless
body. A middle-sized hole had appeared right in the middle of his forehead. “If you
hadn’t killed Ammon, or drugged me, you would still be living,” Vincent told the lifeless
body. He kicked it aside and headed back to the cafeteria, suddenly growing thirsty for a
clean coffee.
Chris woke up to the sound of screams in the hallway. “Get off me!” a girl shrieked.
Chris jumped up. “What’s going on?” he demanded, opening the door. To his surprise, a
crime was being committed right in this very hotel. “Give it back!” the girl shouted. “Or
what?” the taller man asked, laughing. “You couldn’t possibly do a thing to me!” “Yeah?
Well I can,” Chris said, pulling out his gun. “Return her things. Now.” The man slowly
put his hands up, and gave the stolen items back to the girl.
“Now get out of here loser,” Chris told him. “Or I’ll get the hotel manager, and then
you’ll have to answer to the cops.” The man turned and ran. “Thanks for your help,” the
girl said. “No problem,” Chris said. “I do it all the time.” He hurried back into the room
to get his sleep until he noticed a small note on the table beside him.
Chris:
Take Jill to the theme park here in town and meet me in the Danube Cafe around
midnight. I’ve got a couple of top secret files to show you.
Barry
Chris tucked the note away and began to look for Jill. He eventually found her in the
restaurant, drinking a coffee by herself and watching a golf tournament on a nearby TV.
“Hey there,” Chris said, sitting down in the seat across from her. “Where’s everybody
else?” “They’re out,” Jill replied. “Leon and Claire have taken Sherry to a movie, Dan’s
shopping, and Barry is at the amusement park. He mentioned something about you taking
me there later on.” “Yeah,” Chris said. “I’m supposed to bring you along. He left me a
note near our hotel room.”
“You, all of you!” Vincent yelled. “I want to know why you losers have let this place be
ruined by our own pets!” Nobody appeared to have their hand up. “I want this place
searched thoroughly! Nobody goes home until we’ve covered each and every last spot in
this facility! Can it be done?” “SIR, YES SIR,” the fifty employees bellowed. “Oh, and
one more thing,” Vincent said. “This is not some military camp! Don’t waste your
precious time saying that crap!” He immediately pointed at ten men. “You guys are
coming with me. I want you to fill something out.”
“Traffic is really bad tonight,” Chris said to the taxi driver. “I’ll agree to that,” the taxi
driver replied. Jill was sitting in the front, and Chris was stuck in the back. The
amusement park was fairly large, and was pretty much the biggest attraction in Vienna.
Chris was taking Jill there, just like Barry instructed. Once they stopped, he got out and
opened the door for Jill. “After you,” he said. Chris was lucky. If it weren’t for Dan, he
would have come to this place dressed in his beat up S.T.A.R.S. uniform and vest. Dan
had bought him a black tuxedo. “You look good,” Jill told him. She was wearing dark
blue track pants and her light blue S.T.A.R.S. T-shirt. “Ready?” Chris asked. “Whenever
you are,” Jill replied. Together, they walk straight in, leaving the taxi driver with a
handful of ten dollar bills.
“Don Harkanson reporting for duty!” The ten men Vincent wanted to talk to were all
dressed in black gear with Umbrella symbols stitched on the sleeves. In all, there was
Don Harkanson, Jim Lone, Norm Barranek, Tom Luther, Scott Fleming, Len Trylonison,
Harris Klon, Dmitri Bylonshev, Peter Hnikla, and Ladislav Fedyk. Vincent thought that
they would be great at cleaning out the building. He also wanted them to find the escaped
prisoners. He still couldn’t believe that Nicholas and Lyle had failed to do so.
Chris checked his watch. 11:27pm. Just about time to meet Barry. Jill tugged on his shirt.
“Can we go on the Ferris Wheel?” Chris looked around. “Why not?” He walked her over
to the long line of people, itching to get on the rotating wheel.
“We’re next,” Chris told Jill about ten minutes later. Only twenty minutes to go. “Your
turn,” the man beside the master switch said to them. The two of them walked on board
and sat down. The door slid shut, and the ride began. “It’s a very pretty night,” Jill said,
staring out the window. “Indeed it is,” Chris agreed. “It’s good to be away from all of this
cannibal stuff.”
Barry stood up at Chris and Jill’s cabin. It looked as if Chris was trying to get closer to
her. That Chris.... A man carrying balloons and listening to music on a walkman walked
up to him. “Got the time?” a familiar voice asked. “11:28,” Barry quickly said, walking
away, not looking back at the man.
“For once we aren’t smelling blood and decaying flesh,” Jill added. Chris pulled her
closer. “Could I have a good-night kiss?” Jill silently laughed. “Maybe....” Before Chris
could say any more, Jill turned his head towards her and she kissed him on the lips. Chris
played it smart and kissed her back. “I enjoy your company,” he told her. “So do I,” Jill
said. They kept on kissing until the ride had finished. When they came to a complete
stop, the man near the master switch opened the door and laughed. “Do you want another
ride?” he asked with a laugh. Many people standing in line stared at Chris and Jill and
laughed. Chris gave a quick laugh, and then moved her away. He checked his watch.
11:58pm. “I have to go meet Barry now,” Chris told Jill. “I’ll be back in a flash.” Jill
walked over to a postcard stand and looked at some postcards. Chris strolled over to the
entrance of the Danube Cafe, looking around for Barry. He was sitting over at the bar.
“What’s up?” he asked, taking the seat next to him. “I bumped into a strange man,” Barry
said. “He was carrying balloons and listening to a walkman. Oh, and here are the files.”
He pushed a pile of files towards Chris. Chris opened the first one.
FILE #024 DR. NICHOLAS GRIFFITH UMBRELLA CO.
TITLE: VIRUS
I, Nicholas Griffith is honored to announce the arrival of an upgraded T-Virus. This virus
is a perfect match to the original T-Virus, but it is capable of infecting the human brain in
under ten minutes. Those exposed to this new and improved virus will become mindless
humans only to take orders from other people. With training, they will learn how to do
more things, such as handle guns.
“Good job Barry,” Chris said, collecting the folders. “Go and get some rest. It looks like
your the living dead.” Barry yawned. “I may be one day.” The two of them shook hands
and Barry got out of his seat. “Oh and Barry,” Chris said. “Thanks.” Barry smiled, and
headed towards the door.
A man lurking in the bushes held a small console. With his music on full blast, he gave a
wicked smile as his finger twitched over the activation button.
A small explosion happened on a console near the electronically controlled doors and
they slammed shut as hard as they could on Barry. Chris turned around and saw a man
dressed in black carrying balloons and holding a small console jump over a nearby wall.
An alarm started ringing, and the glass from the doors cut through Barry’s face and arms.
Even though Barry was super-strong, the glass easily cut his body up. Chris ran over to
the scene of the accident. He leaned over Barry’s limp body. No, not him! A balloon
bounced over to him. Barry said he saw a suspicious man carrying balloons.... Chris
picked up the balloon and examined the symbol printed on it. Umbrella. Chris shook
with anger, his impressive strength popped the balloon. Instantly, he looked around for
the murderer. There was what looked like a man carrying a bundle of balloons over the
tall bushes nearby. Chris jumped up and ran to stop the man. He jumped over a fence and
pulled out his gun. When he landed, he was surprised to see that it was a kid carrying the
balloons. Chris quickly tucked his gun away. Jill ran over. “What happened?” Chris
looked away, a small tear ran down his cheek. “A very bad accident,” he muttered. “We
must trace Barry’s murderer.” “Can’t we stay here for a while?” Jill asked. “I mean, we
went through a lot of trouble just to get here....” “No,” Chris interrupted. “We must leave
first thing in the morning.”
“Well done,” Vincent congratulated Wesker. “We must follow these former S.T.A.R.S.
Do you know where they’re headed?” “I will find out,” Wesker quickly said. “Bring
those ten men onto their plane.”
“We’re going back to New York,” Chris said, shoving his S.T.A.R.S. equipment into his
suitcase. “I just want to get out of here and back to my apartment in Raccoon City. From
there, I will pack all my stuff up and head back to Toronto.” “Sounds risky,” Jill told
him. “Wherever you go, we’re coming with you.” Chris looked at his friends. “Thanks
guys. I really appreciate this.” Dan hung up the phone and walked over. “We’ve got a
plane with enough space to fit Leon’s jeep inside.” “That’s good,” Leon said, fixing his
bowtie. He and Chris were still wearing their tuxedos probably because there was nothing
else clean enough to wear. The guys with the balloons. The balloons had ‘Umbrella’
printed on them. If that man killed Barry, and if he was carrying Umbrella balloons
around, that probably meant that he works for them. If he went through all that trouble
just to kill Barry, then that must mean.... Chris felt sick. “Wesker killed Barry.” He
clenched his fists. “Don’t worry Chris,” Jill said. “We’ll avenge his death.” “When I find
that bastard,” Chris said through clenched teeth. “I’m going to kill him very slowly so he
can feel the pain! I hope he’s looking forward to facing another death....”
“They’re going back to New York,” Wesker said, entering the room. “I’ve got the plane
tickets, so let’s get the hell out of here.” Vincent nodded, and he turned towards the ten
men, waiting for their next instructions. “You heard the boss! Move! Destination, Vienna
International!”
The group of seven had arrived at Vienna International. They quickly unloaded their
packs and suitcases and entered the building. “We’re going through Gate #9,” Dan told
them. “Flight 578 to New York City.”
“Gate #9,” Wesker said. “Flight 578 to New York City.”
Their flight was scheduled to leave in one hour. The group had taken a seat at Tim
Hortons, and they were enjoying a nice coffee and donut. “Hey guys,” Chris said. “I’ve
gotta take a leak. Do you guys mind waiting?” The other six shook theirs head, and Chris
walked over to the men’s washroom. Luckily, no one was in there.
“I just saw him head into the bathroom,” Vincent said. “Wesker, take three men and
make sure that he has a good sleep before the flight.” Wesker smiled. “Listen up! I need
three volunteers!”
“Jill,” Leon said. “He’s got his plane ticket and the plane’s about to leave. I think we
could just meet him on the plane.” Jill slowly nodded. “I think your right. Alright
everybody, let’s get on the plane.”
The bathroom door opened. Chris quickly pulled his pants up and flushed the toilet.
“He’s in this one,” he heard someone say. Suddenly, the stall door swung open and
everything went black. Chris had just enough time to see that Wesker was standing in
front of him.
“That plane’s about to leave,” Jill said. “He’d better get here soon.”
“Didn’t we see those guys before?” Alan Kinneson asked David. David looked over.
“Yeah we did.”
Vincent and his crew boarded the plane. “Once the plane is in the air,” Wesker said. “We
throw a smoke pellet in the back of the plane and prepare to hijack the plane!” “This
plane is large,” Vincent said. “If we don’t do everything right, the mission is a failure.
After we use the smoke pellet, we’ll head for the communications room upstairs and take
every prison, locking them in a room.”
Chris slowly woke up. “Wh-what happened?” Suddenly, he remembered about the plane.
“Oh crap!” He sprung up and ran back into the Tim Hortons room, looking out the
nearest window. The plane he was trying to get to was about to take off. He slapped the
window and ran over to the departure area. From there, he jumped off of the side of the
escalator leading down to the treadmill. He hit the ground hard, but got back up right
away and jumped onto the treadmill. He rolled down the luggage chute and somersaulted
onto the ground. There was a man on a motorbike nearby. “I need to use this!” Chris
yelled. He shove the man off the bike and sped off. The plane was just about to lift off
the ground. Chris closed in on the nearest wheel. Maybe, just maybe he could jump onto
it and then get in the plane from there. YES!!! He made it on safely. The wheel went
back into the plane, carrying Chris up into the engine room. After catching his breath, he
entered the cargo room.
“There they are,” Wesker said, pointing to a girl sitting ten rows up. “That’s them.”
Vincent looked. “Good. They made it on. We’ll make sure they have a, nice flight.”
Chris looked around for his suitcase. After looking through the third pile, he finally found
it. “Yes,” he whispered. Looking through it, he saw that everything was there. After
giving a sigh, he headed up the stairs, looking for Jill and the rest of the guys.
“Here comes my brother!” Claire exclaimed. “He made it on!” Jill and Leon peered
around their seats. “Yup, that’s him,” Leon said. Jill waved her arm. “Chris! Over here!”
Chris ran over. “I made it on.” “We see that,” Carlos said, turning around to join the
conversation. “How’d you get on?” “I’ll tell you guys later,” Chris quickly said, taking
his seat. “Anything new?” “Not yet, but we’re sure something’s up,” Leon told him. “Jeez
Chris,” Claire said. “You’ve gotta stop leaving me like this!” “I won’t anymore,” Chris
replied. “I’ll make sure I don’t.”
“We’re fully in the air,” Wesker announced. “Let’s start the show.” Vincent nodded at
one of his men. “You follow Wesker with this smoke pellet into the back office. Start it
off in there and then leave quickly.” The soldier nodded and he and Wesker left. Vincent
turned to the rest of the men. “Once we spot the smoke, get ready to grab your weapons
and bullet-proof vests.”
Wesker laughed when he set the pellet down. “This is it.” Don Harkanson nodded.
“Objective complete. Let’s report back to Vincent for further instructions.”
“SMOKE!!!” someone yelled. “THERE’S SMOKE!!!” Chris turned around and saw
smoke coming in through the vents. A man sitting next to Chris jumped up and threw his
coat off. S.T.A.R.S. “Everybody up!” he yelled. Four other people stood up, removing
their coats which revealed more S.T.A.R.S. uniforms. The leader ran over to Chris and
pulled him and the rest of his friends to their feet. “Follow me!” He lead them down to
the cargo room. “We know you work with the same organization! Grab your gear and get
ready for action!” Chris and the rest of the gang didn’t need to be told again. They
eventually found their suitcases. Chris strapped on his vest and reloaded his handgun.
The others did the same. “I’m David Trapp from the Bangor S.T.A.R.S.,” the man
explained. “This is my crew: Alan Kinneson from the New York City S.T.A.R.S., Blake
Robinson of the Philadelphia S.T.A.R.S., and Karen Driver and John Andrews from the
Salt Lake City S.T.A.R.S.” “I’m Chris Redfield,” Chris told David and his group. “Me
and her, Jill Valentine, were from the Raccoon City S.T.A.R.S. Leon Kennedy was a
rookie cop from R.P.D., Carlos Oliveara is an ex-Umbrella mercenary, Dan Tucker used
to work for Umbrella along with Alfred Ashford, and Sherry Birkin is the daughter of
two Umbrella workers.” “Interesting, but we’ll have to save the comments for later,”
David said. “Right now, we have something to check out. Apparently, that smoke is fake,
so it couldn’t have just started by itself. Someone started it.” “I bet I know who,” Chris
muttered. “Who?” David asked. “The person’s name is not important right now,” Chris
replied. “Let’s split up into groups of two and search the plane thoroughly.” “Agreed,”
David said. “I’ll go with Alan. Karen, John and Blake will have to go as a threesome.”
“I’ll go with Leon,” Chris said. “Jill, go with Dan. Claire, pair up with Carlos and Alfred.
Sherry, hide down here.” “But...,” Sherry protested. “You’ll be safer down here than with
us,” Chris interrupted. “This is a bad situation, and it may get some of us killed.”
“Move!” Vincent ordered. His group had gotten their stuff together quite quickly, and
Vincent was impressed. But not impressed with their speed. They had broken into the
plane’s weapon storage room, which had been quite a find. The room held lots of
machine guns and ammo. “Don and Len! Go take the passengers hostage in the Meeting
Room! Tom, Scott, and Dmitri! Go take over the communications room! The rest of you,
search the plane and inject the T-Virus into those who resist us!”
Chris opened a door. “Where does this lead to?” Leon quietly asked. “I’m not sure, but it
looks like the Waiting Room.” There were two seats at the back of the small room. They
stood near a coffee machine and a counter. CREEEAK!!! Someone was nearby. “Leon!”
Chris whispered. “Find some place to hide!” Leon nodded and ran off while Chris hid
behind one of the chairs. A man wearing an Umbrella bullet-proof vest and carrying a
machine gun entered the room. “Hey, what’s this!” Damn! Chris’ handgun had fallen out
of its holster. “Hey, Ladislav! I found a gun, want it?” Another man ran over. “Why yes!”
Ladislav exclaimed, snatching the gun and running away. BAM!!! Something near Chris
had hit the ground. The man turned his attention to the fallen item. Instantly, he walked
over. Someone else was in here. Chris jumped out from his hiding spot and knocked the
man to the ground. The man fought back, kicking and punching Chris. “Say goodnight,”
Chris muttered to the man. And with one final punch, Chris had knocked the man out.
“Sweet dreams,” he said, picking up the machine gun. “Have a good sleep.” Chris didn’t
realize he was shaking. If there were two Umbrella soldiers in this plane, there must have
been many more. Chris jumped around the corner, his back against the wall. “Leon?” No
answer. They must have taken him hostage. Umbrella was crawling everywhere. Chris
made his way towards the back of the plane, cautiously looking around to make sure the
coast was clear. Suddenly, a man fired at Chris. “Get him!” Chris turned around and fired
back, barely missing the man’s head. The ground rumbled. There must have been at least
four other Umbrella soldiers near him. Chris ran around the next corner and fired at the
nearest man. Then he continued down the endless rows of seats. A sign on the wall in
front of him told him that he was close to the Meeting Room. “Chris!” a voice yelled.
Chris nearly jumped at the yell. He turned and looked at the man who had shouted his
name. “It’s me, David!” Chris lowered his gun. “The rest of my team has disappeared,”
David explained. “The whole plane is crawling with Umbrella guys!” “How many do you
think are on?” Chris asked. “About ten,” David replied. “They’ve taken everyone
hostage! There are a couple of dead people on the ground though.” “We may not survive,
but we’ve got to release the hostages and land the plane,” Chris told David. “The
hostages are being held in the Meeting Room,” David said. “Let’s try to get it open.”
David led Chris down the hallway. They soon approached the entrance. “There’s a key in
the keyhole,” David said. “Who would leave the key behind?” Chris ran over and began
to unlock the door.
“Someone’s coming in!” a woman wailed. Jill and Leon groaned. “Umbrella will pay for
this,” Jill said. “Chris will get us out,” Leon told her. “He probably will.”
BAM, BAM!!! Bullet holes appeared in the door. Chris and David spun around and fired
back. Their bullets tore through the man’s forehead. “They’re near the Meeting Room!” a
man shouted. “Take them hostage!” “Chris, we’ve got to get out of here!” David yelled.
Chris nodded and they ran further towards the back of the plane. Suddenly, something
grabbed Chris’ leg. He looked down and was surprised to see a victim of the T-Virus. He
quickly shot the zombie square in the forehead and looked around for other attackers.
“What was that?” David asked. “A zombie,” Chris replied. “It may seem strange and not
true but it was a zombie. The question is, how’d it get on board the plane?” David
nodded and took a closer look at the fallen creature. “No doubt about it.”
Tattatattatatta!!! Machine gun bullets tore into the wall near Chris’ head. “Get him!” a
voice yelled. David knew what to do. He quickly got up and the two of them continued
on. Suddenly, David tripped over a dead body. It wasn’t a zombie. Yet. Chris helped his
new friend up. “Let’s split up!” Chris yelled. “Are you crazy?!” David shouted. “They’ll
catch us faster that way!” “We’ll cover more ground,” Chris told him. “Do it! I’m going!”
David watched as Chris took off back towards the Umbrella soldier. BAM!!! BAM!!!
Guns fired. Soldiers fell. David could only watch in horror as Chris disappeared.
Hopefully he wasn’t killed in that warzone........
Claire was captured along with Steve Lopez. Jill shook her head at the sight of these two
new entries. “They just don’t have the skill to stay away,” she said. “The only reason they
caught us was because they had us surrounded.” Leon nodded. He was with her when that
had happened. Eventually, someone would break them out.
“Hold it!” Blake Robinson yelled. “It’s me, Blake from the Philadelphia S.T.A.R.S.!”
Chris lowered the machine gun. “You look like hell.” “Those bastards from Umbrella
took my guns after they knocked me out cold.” Chris checked his current gun. Eight
rounds left out of thirty. “I’m almost out,” he said. “They’ve got to have a weapons
storage room in here somewhere....follow me.” Blake nodded and Chris led them down
the endless rows of seat. After what seemed like hours, they finally found the room.
“Damn,” Chris said, trying to turn the knob. “It’s locked. Well, this will slow us down.”
“Where’s David?” Blake asked. “I don’t know,” Chris replied. “We split up somewhere
towards the back of the plane.” “I’m going to look for the others,” Blake told Chris. “I’ll
meet you back here in about and hour.”
SQUISH!!! David had stepped on the head of a zombie. Blood poured and splattered all
over the plane’s rug. The head had burst into a million pieces. “That’s gotta hurt,” he said
to himself. “Then again, zombies don’t really feel any pain.” He examined the whole
room, being careful not to miss anything suspicious. Zombies were crawling everywhere,
so he would have to be careful. The cannibals were pretty strong for dead guys. David
entered a large, rectangular room. It looked like it was the conference room for
companies travelling on this plane. Looking to his left, he spotted blood on the wall.
David touched it with his fingers. The blood was warm and very runny. Someone had lost
some blood not long ago...... Hopefully it wasn’t Chris. David was starting to like the
25-year old. He always seemed serious and thoughtful. Shaking the memories of Chris
away, he searched the conference room more thoroughly. In the far corner, a safe lay
untouched near an empty desk. “What do we have here?” David asked himself. He ran
over and studied it. It was too bad he didn’t know the combination.... Shaking his head,
David left the room and looked around for the main office.
BANG BANG!!! Chris was in a bad predicament. Three Umbrella soldiers were chasing
him at all times and he hadn’t been able to catch his breath. He could only return fire.
BAM!!! A bullet tore into a soldier’s chest, causing a trickle of blood to stain his suit.
The soldier fell to the ground, holding his chest and moaning in pain. Chris darted around
the corner of a room and waited for the rest of the soldiers to catch up. He could hear
them talking. They were helping their friend. Chris checked his ammo supply. Seven
rounds left and no extra magazines. “Crap,” he whispered. He would have to make the
remaining bullets count. Spinning around, a bullet caught the second soldier in the leg,
causing him to fall down. Another bullet caught the third guy in the head. Chris turned
around and entered the room, checking his watch. He was due to meet with Blake in
twenty minutes.
“Freeze!” Vincent and his gang had entered the communications room. They had begun
to take the communicators hostage. One of them was shot because he had not been doing
his job. Vincent didn’t care. To him, the soldier was another loser. Wesker turned to
Vincent. “I’m going to go and take care of Chris,” he announced. “I’ll meet you back
here when I’m finished.” Vincent nodded. “We’ll take the pilots hostage as well. Soon
we will have full control of the plane!”
The pilots had heard Vincent and Wesker’s conversation. “Land the plane at the nearest
airport,” Pilot Jim Bernard said to his co-pilot. “No matter what happens. Now lock that
door!” Co-pilot Carter Lynch nodded and locked the door to the cockpit. “Done.”
Vincent tried to open the door to the cockpit, but it was locked. “Open this door!” he
demanded. “Open it!” He kicked and rammed the door, but it didn’t budge. After trying a
couple more times, he finally grabbed a gun and shot the doorknob. The door swung open
and Vincent aimed for the pilot’s head. “Get the plane back in the air or I’ll kill you.”
The pilot refused. “No. I won’t.” Vincent pressed the gun into the pilot’s head harder.
“Do it!” But the pilot still refused. Finally, Vincent got angry and drove the plane back
into the air himself. Once it was on auto-pilot, the two pilot’s were taken hostage.
Chris stumbled into a seat. The plane had gone down, and then up again. Wondering
what had happened, he stood up and looked around for something to do. Suddenly, his
watch beeped and he knew what it meant. He was supposed to meet Blake back at the
Weapons Storage Room right about now.
Blake looked at his watch. Chris was five minutes later when he finally showed up.
“Where have ya been?” Blake asked. “I lost track of the time,” Chris replied. Blake had
managed to find John and Karen. “So what do we do now?” John asked. “Are we trying
to get this door open?” “Yeah, I guess,” Blake answered. “What about David and the rest
of the gang?” Chris asked. “Don’t worry,” Blake replied. “We’ll find them. Now
somebody shoot the doorknob!” Chris aimed at the small knob and fired. “Nothing.”
Karen looked to her left. “Hey! there’s a keypad here!” Blake and Chris examined it.
Without warning, Chris blasted the keypad. “What’s the big idea?” Blake asked. “That
may have been the only way to get in!” “It’s not,” Chris replied. “Do you honestly think
that keypads and doorknobs are the only ways to get into rooms?” Blake turned around
and thought about it. “Exactly,” Chris said again. “We can always blow the thing away or
knock it down....” “Chris is right,” John agreed. “But where are we going to get the right
tool?” “We’ll eventually find one,” Karen assured him. “We’ll need to split up again,”
Chris announced. “This plane is bigger than some people think. So we’ll split up and
then meet up here in two hours.” “Sounds like a plan,” John said. “I like it.” Karen
nodded and Blake turned around. “Two hours, right?”
Vincent now had full control of the plane. He had guys searching the remainder of the
plane, guys driving the plane, and guys using the communications equipment.
Wesker was fully armed. He was carrying a handgun, a shotgun, and a machine gun. At
the moment, he was using his machine gun. “Chris,” he said to himself. “Your death
finally happens tonight!” Wesker had been trying to kill Chris ever since the Spencer
mission. Wesker thought that Chris should feel the pain of death. He was lucky Umbrella
had the equipment to revive a body. Wesker turned left and nearly tripped over a dead
body. The corpse had once been a soldier. I’ve got to watch my back. Someone on this
plane had informed him that zombies had been spotted throughout the plane. Wesker
would have to watch his actions. One wrong move and he could be getting eaten by one
of those cannibal killers. He continued down the walkway and stopped at the smell of
decaying flesh. It smells like hell. Wesker quietly moved through the door in front of him
and wasn’t surprised to see three zombies standing in the room. As quiet as he could, he
stepped forward, but the zombies somehow still heard him. BANG!!! One bullet caught
the first zombie in the neck. Wesker congratulated his good aim. The second zombie was
still bleeding from when it got attacked as a human. Wesker’s second shot got it in the
leg. The zombie fell to the ground and began to crawl towards him. Shaking his head,
Wesker slammed his boot down on the zombie’s head. It’s skull blew apart almost right
away and dead brain splattered all over the floor and a bit of the seat next to the corpse.
Suddenly, the third zombie dropped to its knees and began to eat its companion’s
decaying flesh. Even more blood spilled out as the hungry zombie ate away. Wesker was
just about to walk away, but thinking about getting past the zombie changed his mind. He
shot it square in the head, causing it to fall on the headless zombie beneath it. Now that
the zombies were out of his way in this area, Wesker continued on his path to killing
Chris Redfield.
WHUMP!!! A zombie had fallen to its knees and then flat on its stomach. Chris had put a
bullet through its neck. After making sure that it was dead, he moved on into the next
room and looked around for any signs of danger. None. Chris gave a sign. How in the
world did zombies get on planes? Umbrella must’ve brung the T-Virus on board. BANG
BANG!!! “There he is!” a man shouted. Chris ducked and rolled between a couple of
seats and looked around for the attacker. There was a medium-sized man moving towards
him from the door Chris had just come through. Chris lashed out at the man and managed
to lay a punch on the side of his head. The man absorbed the blow and struck back,
getting ready to fire. Chris was too quick. He dodged the shot and slammed himself into
the man’s chest. “AAARGH!!!” the man screamed. Chris hit the man in the head with the
bottom of his gun, knocking him out. “Be more quiet next time,” he told the sleeping
man. Suddenly, two more guys burst through the door, firing at the sight of Chris. Chris
dropped down and grabbed the sleeping man’s machine gun. Then he jumped up and shot
the other two men, both bullets tearing into their faces. Blood poured from the first guy’s
eyesockets and he fell to the ground, never speaking again. The second man had fallen
backwards. Suddenly, another man came through the door. “Nice shootin’ ticks,” Wesker
laughed. “Great accuracy.” Chris nodded. “Long time no see, coward.” Wesker shook his
head. “I don’t have time for insults. I’m going to kill you nice and slow.” “Not if I kill
you first,” Chris talked back. Wesker ran towards him and jumped in the air, getting
ready for a kick. Chris new this move and simply ducked, watching Wesker go sailing
over him. When Wesker landed, Chris did a spinning kick, catching the S.T.A.R.S. traitor
in the side. Wesker retaliated by punching Chris in the gut. Wesker’s brute strength had
knocked Chris into a seat on the other side of the plane. “You are strong for a
pencil-neck,” Wesker spat. “Face it. You can’t win.” Chris touched his lip. It was
bleeding and he probably had a huge bruise on his side. Wesker walked over and pulled
Chris to his feet. For a moment, he was thinking about braking a few bones for good
measure, but he shoved that idea aside. He actually thought about showing mercy as well,
but Chris didn’t deserve that. Wesker kicked Chris in the back of the head and he
watched as Chris lay flat on the ground, unconscious. “Too bad,” Wesker said. “It looks
like you’ve lost this battle.”
David had heard someone talking in the next room. He opened the door in front of him
and saw as some guy dressed in black walked away from an unconscious figure. Hey,
that guy is....Chris! David ran over to his sleeping friend. With the way Chris looked, he
wasn’t going to be awake for some time now. “Oh, man,” David said, kneeling down
next to Chris. “Who did this to you, buddy?” David shook his head and then stood up.
“You’ll probably want to get the guy who did this back, right? That’s usually the way it
works for most people. Well, if I come across that guy, I’ll leave him alone until you find
him.”
“Got something to report?” Vincent asked Wesker. “As a matter of fact,” Wesker replied.
“I do.” “Good,” Vincent said. “I’m looking forward to hearing it.” Wesker sat down in
the seat beside Vincent. “Those rats downstairs are killing everyone!” Vincent glared at
Wesker, thinking about killing him. “I thought you were going to destroy them.” “I will
get to that part,” Wesker told him. “First, why don’t we have a little fun with them? How
about this: On the intercom, why don’t we tell the killers that if they don’t turn
themselves in, we’ll kill one passenger every half-hour.” “Hey,” Vincent said. “That’s a
good one!” Vincent walked over to the intercom and pressed the talk button.
Everyone in the Meeting Room were either talking or sleeping. Jill was sleeping, Leon
was talking with Steve and Claire was trying to open the door. She obviously didn’t care
that many people were telling her that it was no use. “Now hear this,” a voice on the
intercom said. “I am Vincent Goldman. There are people, down in the seating area and
they are killing my men. I want to know WHO they are. I will kill one hostage every half
hour if they to not see me. Hostages, be ready. It will be one of you to be killed next.”
Many hostages went haywire and kept babbling on about how they didn’t want to die.
“Alright!” Leon yelled, getting out of his seat. “We’ll have to fight to beat these guys!”
“But they’re too strong!” someone wailed. “We’ll never win!” Leon stared at the girl who
had just said that. By the way Leon was looking at her, some people actually thought that
he was going to kill her himself. “You give up way too easily, don’t you!” Leon shouted.
“If you want to get kill then that’s fine, but I’m staying alive. Look, as cops, it’s me and
my friend’s jobs to protect the innocent.” Now everyone was up and about. Hands shot
into the air, meaning that many people were wanting to ask questions. “That’s better,”
Leon said, pointing to the first person.
“Fifteen more minutes,” Wesker said to himself. “Only fifteen.” He decided to switch on
the nearest TV. Sitting around for the past fifteen minutes had been very boring and the
next fifteen would probably be a repeat of the first. The show Wesker was now watching
was very interesting. Since it was so good, he wasn’t aware that ten minutes had passed.
“I’ve found a way out!” Leon exclaimed. A crack in the roof was now visible to everyone
in the room. Leon grabbed its end and tore away part of the ceiling. On the other side, it
looked as though someone had installed a secret passageway on purpose. Many people
scrambled up onto the table, wanting to be the first person out. “Wait,” Leon said,
grabbing the person closest to the hole. “There’s only five minutes left until the first
half-hour is up. I’ll go and hold off as many guys as I can. If they manage to get in, fight
back!” There were many cheers as Leon climbed up. Smiling, he hauled himself up into
the small, low shaft. Protect and Serve. That was Leon’s motto. The people below had
learned to trust him. He would have to do his task properly. I can’t let the people down!
“Time’s up,” Vincent said, looking at his watch. “Time to go.”
David had heard the announcement thirty minutes ago and the first hostage was about to
be tortured. At the moment, he was trying to find the Meeting Room. If he could, he
might be able to stop these Umbrella guys. David turned left and ran down the walkway
leading straight for the Meeting Room. A sign coming up told him that he was getting
close. He came to a complete stop when he saw what was happening. Three Umbrella
soldier were trying to take a woman hostage, but the people locked in the room all
seemed to be fighting. “David!” David spun around and saw Leon Kennedy running
towards him. “We’ve got to stop them!” David faced the action once more and aimed for
the soldier on the right. “No!” Leon stopped him. “We can’t risk hitting a civilian. We’ll
have to go kicking and punching.” David put his machine gun back in its holster on his
back. “Alright, but we have the disadvantage.” The two of them slammed into the
Umbrella soldiers, knocking them off their feet. Leon tried to kick on in the gut, but the
soldier had rolled aside and tripped him. While Leon was on the ground, the soldier
punched him hard in the chest. “It’s not working!” David shouted over the rising yells
and cries of the hostages. “I know it’s not!” Leon shouted back. “Give me a hand!” “I
can’t when they’re on top of me!” David managed to make out. Leon turned his head and
watched as David was thrown to the ground. The plan hadn’t worked. The Umbrella
soldier on Leon and David got back to their feet and took the woman they had first tried
to take. “No!” she screamed, but it was useless. The four of them were gone in an instant.
David got to his feet. “Great. Mission failed.” Leon grabbed his chest and rubbed it,
breathing deeply to try and stop his heart from pounding. “Don’t give up just like that! If
we get moving right now, we might have a chance of cutting them off!” “Let’s hope it’ll
work this time,” David muttered to himself.
Chris rubbed his eyes and shook his head, which hurt like hell. As soon as we land, I
swear I’m going to go home and stay there for the rest of my life. Of course, he was only
joking. At the moment, he was already thinking of a job he could get in Toronto. Perhaps
he could join the S.T.A.R.S. force there, or become an author. He was very good at
telling stories and writing them. When Chris was still in elementary school, he used to
write long stories. These stories would be shown to family members and friends. Finally
shaking these memories aside, he stood up and thought about where to go next. “This is
Vincent from Umbrella,” a voice announced over the intercom. “With me, I have my first
victim. I am not a fool. Wesker here has told me that people have been killing my men. If
they do not show up right now, I will shoot this young woman.” Chris started to sweat.
He absolutely hated it when innocent civilians were killed. “So,” Vincent said again.
“Young woman, are you afraid right now?” The sound of shivering and crying was herd
over the intercom. “Y-yes,” the woman said, trying to speak clearly. “And do you think
I’m a freak?” Vincent asked. “Yes,” the woman answered, taking a big gulp. “I’ll tell you
what,” Vincent said. “I’ll count to ten, and if one of the killers don’t show up, I’m going
to blow your brains out. Okay? One....two....” Chris frantically looked around, quickly
trying to find a solution. “Three....four....five....” He burst through a door that lead to a
hallway with many offices. “Six....seven....eight....” Time’s running out! “Nine....ten!
BANG!!!”
“BANG!!!” Every last hostage in the Meeting Room heard the gunshot.
“BANG!!!” David and Leon had heard the gunshot.
“BANG!!!” Although a bit lost, even Carlos Oliveara heard the gunshot.
“BANG!!!” John Andrews and Karen Driver had heard it as well.
“DAMN!!!” Leon shouted as loud as he could, dropping to his knees. The only other time
he had felt like this was when he had lost Ada. David sat down in a seat and covered his
eyes. “No!” Leon shouted again, breathing heavily. “Leon,” David said, trying to comfort
his partner. “It’s not your fault.” Leon looked up at David. “Yes, it is. People like that
just don’t deserve to die! People like that have a good mind!” David smacked Leon in the
back of the head. “I told you, it’s not your fault! Listen to me. You’re still a rookie cop
and you probably feel like you have to protect everyone on earth. I remember my first day
clearly. I felt exactly like you, but now it’s different. As cops, we will have to face
deaths.” Leon slowly nodded. “I-I guess your right. I did get a little off task, but what
should we do now?” “We should try and save the other people,” David replied. “Now,
lets move!”
Chris couldn’t believe that that Vincent guys did that. What kind of a sick joke was that?
“I wonder what it’ll be like for him when he loses his life,” Chris muttered. Shaking his
head, he got to his feet and spun around as a door was opened. “Long time no see,”
Carlos said. Chris nodded. “I’ll say.” Carlos was only armed with a 9mm handgun.
“What are you doing with that gun?” Chris asked. “Walk around using that and you
won’t stand a chance.” “I know,” Carlos told him. “But it’s all I got. I’m sure there’s a
machine gun around here somewhere....” “The Weapons Storage Room!” Chris shouted.
“Oh crap, I almost forgot about it!” Carlos nodded, not knowing what Chris was talking
about. “I’m sure they have one on a plane this big.” “You don’t get it,” Chris said again.
“I was supposed to meet David, Karen and John almost twenty minutes ago!” “Okaay,”
Carlos said. “That doesn’t sound good, so lets get moving!”
“They still haven’t turned up,” Vincent said. “Only twenty more minutes to go until I kill
my next victim.” “Oh, really?” Wesker asked, turning his head. “You’ve been acting like
the boss the whole time! Give it a rest.” “And who asked you?” Vincent asked.
“Obviously,” Don said. “Nobody told you that Wesker was the new boss.” Vincent
nodded sarcastically. “Yeah, right.” “Right,” Wesker said. “Take a look at my contract.”
Wesker pulled out a white sheet of paper with printing on it. Vincent snatched it out of
his hands and read it. “Damn, it appears that you are!” Wesker took the paper back.
“Indeed so.” Vincent backed away. “Sorry, sir.” Wesker smiled. “That’s showing some
respect. Now how would you like to go and kill the bastards for me?” Vincent nodded
and pointed at two soldier. “You two, come with me.”
Chris led Carlos to the Meeting Room. “The hostages are in here,” Chris told him. “How
do you suppose we could get in?” Carlos studied the lock and gave it a shove. “Hard to
say. It’s bolted shut.” Suddenly, two men dressed in police bullet-proof vests appeared
around a corner far away from Chris and Carlos. “Chris!” a voice exclaimed. “Where
have ya been?” The voice was David’s. “Laying down on the job,” Chris joked.
“Seriously.” “Ah, I knew you’d do something like that,” David joked back. “Oh well,
forget the jokes. Lets get down to business.” “We need something to open this door,”
Leon said. “The only other way in is through the ventilation shaft in the roof, but it’ll be
too risky. It isn’t that strong.” WHUMP!!! Carlos spun around along with the others.
“What the hell was that?” Klump, klump.... David started backing away. “I don’t know,
and I don’t think I want too!” Chris squinted down the hallway. “Doesn’t look like
anything from my sight.” Leon reloaded his gun. “Whatever it is, its gotta be trouble.”
Klump, klump, CRASH!!! “Now what was that?” David asked. “Something must have
blown up into pieces,” Chris suggested. “Lets slowly back away and get ready.” Everyone
listened to Chris and backed off. Suddenly, smoke filled the hallway in front of the four
cops. Chris listened carefully for any sounds of the attacker. All he could hear were
footsteps, but they were very loud footsteps. “Staaaarssss,” a deep voice said. What the
hell kind of creature could make a sound like that? “AAAHHH!!!” a loud scream filled
the whole plane, and a body dropped to the floor on the spot where Chris, Carlos, Leon
and David had been standing. Suddenly, Chris turned pale and stood up, preparing for a
run. “Chris!” David silently yelled. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost!” “Run!” Chris
shouted. “Don’t stall, run!” Suddenly, a creature wearing a black suit walked around the
corner-the only thing that could make a loud walking sound! “Nemesis!” Chris shouted
again. “Run and save your ammo!” Too late. Nemesis had already grabbed Carlos around
the waist. The others had run away, except for Chris. He had had the guts to stand up
against this big monster. Aiming for Nemesis’ head, he fired three rounds, only to see
Nemesis still standing. How the hell did he get on this plane? Carlos was now choking,
and Chris had no more time to think. He fired five more rounds into Nemesis’ forehead
and it released Carlos, who fell to the ground and lay there for quite some time. Luckily,
Nemesis was grabbing its head and starting to walk away. “Carlos,” Chris said. “You
alright?” Carlos grabbed his neck. “I don’t know, Chris. I’m in pretty bad condition right
now. Why don’t you just leave me here?” “It’s unsafe,” Chris replied. “Don’t be stupid
and follow me.” Carlos shook his head. “I....I can’t. Leave me be and go and save
yourself along with the others.” Chris nodded. “Alright, but stay alert and don’t trust
anyone but our team.”
Wesker sat back in his seat for about the ten-millionth time. On one of the screens, he
watched as Vincent and his two men made their way through the plane. Feeling back in
control, he glanced at his watch. “Thirteen more minutes until another kill,” he happily
said. Over time, he had grown to like guns and killing. He had grown to like his little jobs
Umbrella had given him. Although the workers at Umbrella HQ should be replaced. Yes,
that would be a good solution. Fire them all and replace them with freshmen. What kind
of workers would let their own creation take over? Wesker could find an answer either.
The bastards.
David and Leon stopped to catch their breath. “Where’s Chris?” David asked. Leon
looked behind them. “He must’ve been caught off-guard by something!” Suddenly, a
figure came jogging around the corner David and Leon were watching. “Sorry I took so
long,” Chris said. “I had to stop for Carlos.” “How is he?” David asked. “Not good,”
Chris answered. “He told me to leave him behind, and he eventually talked me into it.”
“Do you think he’ll be strong enough to survive?” Leon asked. “I don’t know,” Chris
replied. “His current health is pretty bad. His arm is bleeding and his throat still hurts.
Within an hour or two, Nemesis should be back.” “Who is this Nemesis anyways?”
David asked. Chris dropped to his knees. “He is a monster that was sent to destroy all the
remaining S.T.A.R.S. in Raccoon City. It’s probably not after you, but be careful for I
could be wrong.” David nodded and fell backwards into a seat. “So what now?” Chris
and Leon sat down in the seats beside David. “It looks like we either wait for something
to happen, or go and find something to do.”
Wesker’s watch beeped. “Time for another kill!” he happily announced, pointing at a
soldier. “Follow me. We are going to go and choose a victim.”
The door to the Meeting Room swung open, revealing Wesker and another soldier. “Who
should come now?” Wesker asked himself. He looked over at Jill. “Nah, I’ll be nice and
spare you life this time.” He glanced over at a young man. A S.T.A.R.S. badge was
stitched on his sleeve. “You’ll do just fine!”
“We have another victim,” Wesker’s voice cackled over the intercom. “What’s your
name again?” The voice that replied was of a young man’s. “Steve, Steve Lopez.” David
sat up straight as he heard the name. “No, not Steve!” “You work for S.T.A.R.S., am I
correct?” Wesker asked. “Yes,” Steve replied. “I do.” “Guess what,” Wesker said. “I hate
S.T.A.R.S., but I’ll give you something more simple than a bullet through your brain.”
“And what’s that?” Steve asked. There was no trace of fear in his voice. “Someone get
me Griffith’s virus. “I’m going to inject you with this new virus.” “What’ll it do?” Steve
asked, sound more afraid. “It’ll turn you into a mindless zombie slave!” Wesker
exclaimed. “Not quite a zombie, but pretty close. You’ll only act normal if I tell you what
to do. Now, hold still.” Suddenly, a bone-chilling scream filled the whole plane. It was
easy to tell that Wesker had injected the virus. “Don’t worry,” Wesker said. “In a few
moments, you won’t feel anything at all!” After that last speech, the intercom shut off.
David clenched his fists. “I’m going to kill that bastard the next time I see him!”
Suddenly, a nearby door swung open. John and Blake were trying to hold up a cripple
woman. “David!” John exclaimed. “Karen’s badly hurt!” As soon as the three entered the
room, Rebecca Chambers jogged into the room. “She’s going to need medical attention!”
she yelled. David knelt down beside Karen and Chris looked at her conditions. She had
blood running down her arm, and a big blood-filled hole in her boot. “She was bitten by a
zombie,” Leon said to Chris. “No doubt about that.” “Rebecca,” Chris said. “She’ll need
to be worked on, and fast. She’s been bitten by a zombie!” Rebecca nodded and pulled
out her pouch full of medical equipment. “It’s really bad,” David said, standing next to
Chris. “What’d you say happened? She was bitten by a zombie?” Chris nodded and
David knelt back down beside Karen. “I knew we should’ve stuck together,” he muttered,
shaking his head. “Forgive me, Karen.” Suddenly, another door opened and in stepped
Vincent and two Umbrella soldiers. “I suppose you heard the killing over the intercom?”
Vincent said, laughing. “Bastard!” David shouted. “I wouldn’t waste your time trying to
kill me. Don’t do anything stupid and follow us. Bring your zombie-friend with us.”
“Well, well,” Wesker laughed, looking at the rats Vincent had caught. “Look who’s
here!” Chris looked over at the man another soldier was holding. They had also found
Carlos. Everyone was being held, except for John. “John,” Chris whispered. “Grab the
soldier’s keys and release the hostages. Hurry!” John nodded and snatched the keys out of
one of the soldier’s hands. “Hey!” the soldier yelled in surprise, but it was too late. John
had made it down the stairs and towards the hostages. Chris faced Wesker. “Whoops,” he
said. Wesker shook his head. “It doesn’t matter, there’s no escape.” “Sure there is,”
David joined in the conversation. “There’s parachutes in the back of the plane, enough
for everyone!” Wesker turned away. “Those hostages mean nothing to me. All I care
about right now is how you guys are going to die. Steve, why don’t you come and see our
guests?” Steve! Steve walked through a pair of curtains. His face was blank and
expressionless. “Steve, what happened?” David asked. Steve didn’t answer. “Why don’t
you use that gun at your own face!” Wesker exclaimed. Steve slowly pulled out his
handgun and aimed it at his forehead. “Steve, no!” David screamed. BAM!!! Steve
dropped to the floor. Suddenly, Karen dropped down and began to crawl towards Steve’s
limp body, making weird and absurd noises. Wesker pulled out a gun and blew her head
off. “You were too late,” he said, looking at David. “If it weren’t for me bringing you
guys here, she would’ve eaten you.” Blake shook his head, not being able to believe what
he was seeing. BAM!!! Someone had fired their gun. “Who did that?” Wesker yelled. “I
want to know. Suddenly, Alan Kinneson and John Andrews came hurtling up the stairs
along with Jill, Claire, Sherry, Dan, and the rest of the hostages. “What the hell?”
Vincent shouted, but that was the last thing he said. Chris had grabbed his machine gun
back from a soldier and fired two rounds at his head. Wesker backed off and Chris
opened the door to the cockpit and killed two Umbrella soldiers flying the plane. Then he
fired at the controls, causing the plane to descend at a quick rate. “Warning, warning,” a
voice said over the intercom. “Evacuate this plane immediately. Warning......” The plane
rattled and everyone screamed. “Get to the back of the plane!” David yelled. “Grab a
parachute and jump! There’s a city just below us!” All of the passengers quickly ran
down the stairs, heading for the back of the plane. David followed along with Alan,
leaving Chris, Jill, Carlos, Dan, Claire, John, Blake, and of course, Alfred Ashford who
had missed out on a lot of things. “Chris,” Dan said. “You all right?” Chris nodded. “I’m
great.” “Wouldn’t you guys want to get out?” Wesker asked. “Within a couple of
minutes, the plane will smash into the rocky ground.” “Not until your dead,” Chris told
him. Nobody noticed, but Wesker had a handgun behind his back. He quickly showed it
to the others and fired two rounds at Carlos. Carlos dropped to the ground, twitched for a
couple of seconds and then stopped. He was dead. One of the rounds had torn through his
heart. “Too bad for him,” Wesker said, backing off towards the stairs. “He had to leave
the party early.” Wesker jumped down the stairs, leaving Chris’ group up in the
Communications Room. “What now?” Jill asked. “We’ve got to get out of here!”
“Guys!” Alan’s voice yelled from the bottom of the stairs. “The passengers are safe, but
what about us? We’ve past land, so we’re above an ocean!” Chris ran over to the stairs.
“Follow me!”
Wesker turned towards the sound of Chris’ voice. This is where he would finally die.
Chris stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Wesker. “You guys go and I’ll catch up,”
Chris told his little group. “Go, now!” “No time to catch up!” Leon yelled. “We have to
get going!” “30 Kilometers to impact,” the emergency voice said. “20....15....10....5....”
“Chris!” Jill screamed. “We’ve got no choice! Jump, now!” David had opened a door on
the side of the plane. Wind was now a big problem. Chris mind raced. What to do?
Finish off Wesker, jump, do something! Suddenly, a figure dressed in a black suit walked
around the corner of a hallway. Nemesis! Time was running out, and would run out soon.
TO BE CONTINUED
RESIDENT EVIL 5: SHEENA ISLAND will be coming out in SUMMER 2001
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