shower cubicle and checked the temperature with her hand. Seconds later, the hot water pelted her battered body and she felt as if the tiredness, pain, fear and confusion were being washed out of her soul.It was a wonderful feeling.
She just leaned against the wall for almost 10 minutes and enjoyed this feeling, then she dried off, amazingly the electricity still worked, so she could even use the small hair dryer. Now she felt a lot better, before she had felt like a zombie herself, so powerless and without any hope.
She put the clothes back on and decided at the same time that they had to stop at the next laundry or the next boutique, their things stank badly and she was amazed that the boys could get close to her at all without suffocating.
She hit her head, what bullshit was she thinking about? This was a struggle for survival, if the hell in a situation like that cared about the smell of your clothes?
Determined not to worry about such nonsense any more, she opened the door and entered the kitchen only a few seconds later."Well ... I really didn't expect that." The fat man stared at Alan with a strange look, Alan didn't like that look, there was something dangerous in it.
The service weapon in his hand was aimed at Alan's face. "Survivors ... and at that ... children."
Alan had found this small room, a darkroom, and decided that it was one of the safest rooms in this area, in any case there was only one entrance and even if you came in through the door you couldn't see directly into the small darkroom, but unfortunately he had become careless and fell asleep.
Now he cursed himself for it, this fat man had been able to sneak in and surprised him in his sleep, Toni had still been unconscious, but she didn't seem to have suffered any serious injuries, at least not yet.
Carefully he felt for the shotgun that lay next to him.
"Keep your hands off it, kid. In case something is wrong with your face."Alan cursed inwardly, he was at the mercy of the guy and he hated that.
The fat man turned his gaze, but by no means his weapon, from Alan and looked at the unconscious girl, his gaze changed, a mixture of adoration and lust. That look disgusted Alan, what was this guy up to? Should he touch Toni, then he would finish him off, no matter what the cost.
"It will make a great trophy," he turned back to Alan, "but you are worthless, you will die just like all the others, you will rot, but I will immortalize the little one."
He's insane, Alan thought, the only question was, did the experiences of the past few hours drive him crazy, or ...? "
- "Who the hell are you?"
- "Respect, if you please, I'm Police Chief Brian Irons, this building, no, this town is mine."
Alan looked at him more sharply, the young cop, Branghan, had mentioned this guy, he had probably been crazy before.Irons took a step towards Alan, who was sitting on the floor, the gun pointed at his face the whole time.
Closer, closer. One more step closer and Alan could have reached him, but the man was crazy, not stupid.
"Well, say goodbye then, you should thank me, actually I'm just doing you a favor."
Irons cocked the faucet and put on a dirty grin, but just as he was about to pull the trigger, a throaty groan sounded behind him.
A zombie, originally a police officer, grabbed Irons by the collar. He left the door, that idiot.
Alan used the seconds it took Irons to face the zombie and quickly grabbed the shotgun.
In less than half a second he picked it up from the floor and pointed it at Iron's head.
But the fat guy didn't even notice, he had to use all his strength to keep the zombie away from his neck, but Alan didn't think to give him enough time for it, he cocked the gun and pulled the trigger immediately, his instructor in Camp would have been proud.This man deserved to die, who knows what he would do to Toni once he had finished him off.
But just as the shot went off and the small balls of junk spread out in a fan shape, Irons was able to free himself from the zombie and throw it exactly into the path of the fire.
The junk shredded the zombie's head and torso, killing him, but the bastard was unharmed and disappeared before Alan could pull the second trigger.
"Shit," he hissed and jumped up to run after the chief of police, but something unexpected happened again, another groan sounded behind him, but this time it wasn't a zombie.
"Uhhff ... am I dead?" Toni straightened up with difficulty and held her head. Alan gave up the chase, there was little point anyway, the madman knew this building perfectly and would quickly lose him, besides, he couldn't leave Toni alone. "No ... not yet," he replied calmly.
"I thought to myself, otherwise everything wouldn't hurt so much."She stretched and groaned again with a headache
"What about this monster?" - "Dead, he now has a worse headache than you."
Ignoring the dry joke, she checked her gun, then checked her watch.
"It's already 1:00 p.m.? The others are coming soon, shouldn't we have a look around?"
He raised an eyebrow. "Do you think you should be running around again?"
- "Don't pretend to worry, it doesn't suit you."
She gave him a mischievous smile and stepped towards the door. "As you mean, but I won't save you again."
- "Pff ... come on."
He shook his head, why was he bothering with this cheeky cheeky girl?
Because she is so different, so carefree ...
As so often before, he pushed the thoughts of his feelings aside and tried to get a floor plan of the building together, next door was the evidence room from which Branghan had come, but Alan hadn't seen the police officer himself anymore when he had carried Toni through, including his Corpse not.Otherwise there was nothing of interest in the evidence room, just a blue glass block, why was it there? Alan had just plugged it in, he didn't know why he had done that, his instinct advised him to do so and if he had only learned one thing in camp, then it was to trust his instinct. In any case, there was probably nothing left on this floor.
He followed Toni, who stepped through the open door with a loaded gun. The corridor had several doors and a staircase that led to the second floor.
“Up the stairs,” Alan said, reloading another bullet into the empty barrel of the shotgun.
- "OK, boss." She raised the gun and made sure that there were no zombies or anything else at the landing and then climbed upstairs.
A short corridor with several already dead zombies, all of whom had been struck down by guns and junk shots, and a small hallway with three statues later, the two of them entered a sterile-looking corridor that stretched in a U-shape and except for the door at its end seemed to have a single room.Alan examined the door and saw a rectangular plaque engraved with five letters.
"S.T.A.R.S .... the special forces office that Branghan spoke of."
Alan turned the handle and the door creaked open, the STARS office was empty but someone had searched it, files were strewn all over the place and the five desks were a mess.
"Look around, maybe we can find something about this in the mansion."
She didn't answer, already had the first files in hand and leafed through them.
Alan looked at a steel cupboard that stood to the right of the door and opened the heavy door and raised an eyebrow, the person who was looking here seemed to have had no interest in the weapons, he reached into the cupboard and pulled a perfectly held one Colt Python out, a heavy magnum for six balls, it was loaded and there was also a speedloader with six more balls next to it."Hey, I think I found something here."
Alan looked out of the cupboard, Toni was holding a small blue book.
"This is a diary from a STARS member, Chris Redfield, listen:
After several hours in this mansion, after which Jill Valentine, Barry Burton, Rebecca Chambers and I are the only survivors, there is no longer any doubt that our superior Albert Wesker was smuggled into our organization by Umbrella
Umbrella itself of course denies any knowledge of it and we are slandered as crazy or even worse. STARS itself is against us and we will have to go into hiding
We have decided to fight Umbrella, for this purpose Barry wants to ask some trustworthy members of STARS for help, he mentioned a David and arranged a meeting.
According to Jill we have another ally, a certain Trent, but Jill wasn't sure if he could be trusted, anyway he has a lot of inside knowledge about Umbrella and for that reason it is advisable to take his help.Now we have to leave, it is only a matter of time before Irons arrests us or has us shot directly, that would look like this fat bastard, most likely he will also be paid by Umbrella.
In any case, I hope that we can bring down Umbrella, what this company did in the Spencer estate is unforgivable, they play with human lives as they please.
So far they probably have no idea about Claire, thank God she is a few miles away from all of this in her college, otherwise I would not have fared better than Barry and I sincerely hope that she doesn't come up with the stupid idea to look for me . But I can't send her a message either, that would put her in danger, so please Claire be patient and do nothing.
... that was the last entry. "
- "Hard to believe, but it seems that Branghan was telling the truth, Umbrella has something to do with this ..."
- "If they really made money with something like that, it would be the most heinous terrorist act in the last hundred years."Alan shrugged, he really didn't know the answer, but he was more concerned than ever about what his father had to do with this crap?
“Oh, nice Ballermann.” Toni pointed to the shiny silver magnum in Alan's hand.
"It's out of the closet, but I'd say we save the bullets and don't waste them on zombies."
- “But… God… do you think there are more of these monsters running around out there?” She turned pale as a sheet and began to