Resident Evil: Piers Nivans Chronicles

ch 11

Finding a map hanging on the wall. My eyes adjusting to the red light. I take several lefts then right and straight.

Finding the door I need. Which has a fucking pad for hand and thumb prints. I punch the door in anger.

And walla open freaky sesame. Walking in hesitant cautious. Using all my senses.

As I enter the empty room. The door sliding shut. I search the lockers for spare clothes.

But only find those black merc clothes. Grabbing one my size. I put it on and find it comfortable.

Using the armband to place my name in  the system. I check the hologram map. For exits entrances and locked doors.

Using the controls on armband. Making the skull mask wrap around my face. Saying "holy fucking shit".

As I have full visions mode. Using night vision to make my way through the hell hole.

Grabbing a Infinite sniper rifle from weapons rack sheathing it on my back. I also holster nine mill glock on my left thigh holster.

Curved blade on my back. Some grenades in my armoured vest. Feeling prepared for shit hitting the fan.

I leave the room for my escape. The backup lights are still off. As the flicker of red gives to lurking shadows.

Nearing the exit but feeling like I'm forgetting something. But nothing racks my brain.