Oblivious Love (resident evil)

And So He Got A Key

   Chris had ventured further into the residence with caution. So far there wasn't much to see, just a lot of doors. He peeked around the corner of the hallway of doors to see... another door at the end of another short hallway. There were boxes on one side, and the other side was clear, but had a medium-sized hole in the floor. Chris tried to peer down into the hole, but was met with darkness. He sighed. Of course.

   He stepped over the hole toward the door, but as he did so, something enormous wrapped around his neck. He panicked for a second, hands immediately grabbing at his neck, and looking back at what had grabbed hold of him. It looked like a tentacle... No. That's not right. More like a plant? What plant had arms like that? Arms? Was that the right word?

   It was simultaneously trying to choke him and pull him down into the hole, and Chris was thrown out of his thoughts. He winced, and grunted a bit as the plant tightened around his throat, continuing to pull him down. His hand fumbled against his chest reaching for his knife in its holster. He could barely breathe, and the crushing weight on his neck was no picnic, but he managed to grip the handle of his knife, pulling it out and slashing the plant. It loosened its hold on him and slithered back into the hole. Chris stumbled forward, slamming into the door in front of him. He exhaled in relief,

   "Jesus..." He muttered. He had every urge to reach into that hole and knife that fuckin thing until it stopped moving. But he thought if Rebecca was here she'd tell him that was counterproductive. Guess she instilled some of herself in him like he had instilled some of his recklessness in her. He wiped plant goo off on his pants and shoved the knife back in its holster.

   God, Rebecca. Chris hoped she was okay. If she was with Richard, he knew she would be. Richard didn't usually take anything seriously, but protecting Rebecca during this mission was something that he was committed to. He was injured though, so Chris couldn't help but worry about both of them.

   He opened the door in front of him and was met with yet another hallway.

   "Lovely." He sighed, walking hesitantly down the hall and turning another corner. More doors. This place was significantly more boring than the mansion, but Chris was slightly relieved at that fact. He tried not to think about the potential plant monster he had encountered, as he jiggled another doorknob that wouldn't open. Finally he came to a door he could open, labeled "002".

   It was a bedroom, so it seemed, with a door that probably led to a bathroom. When he checked, he found he was right, his eyes met with a small, grimy-looking bathroom. Chris almost turned around and left, until he saw something glinting on the edge of the sink.

   It was a key. Small, with the number "003" printed on it. Chris remembered seeing a room with that label on it, so he decided he might as well see what was behind it.

   When he returned through the first door, where he looked back down at that stupid hole. He looked at the boxes next to it and sighed again. He decided to climb up, avoiding the hole completely and jumping off the boxes to the other side. Then he went across to the door labelled "003" and shoved the key in the lock, opening the door soon after.

   He was met once again with a bedroom. There wasn't much there, and Chris decided to check the bathroom again since that was lucky the last time. He saw the bathtub was full of disgustingly colored water. Dirty. After inspecting the rest of the bathroom, there wasn't anything to find. He glanced at the bathtub.

   There was something about it that was disturbing, but he also thought it was weird. A bathtub full of water in an abandoned mansion? Chris sighed. Thank God no one else was here to see what he was about to do.

   Chris reached his hand into the dirty water, it sinking down to almost his shoulder. His fingers brushed over something metallic, like a chain, and he tugged on it. Thankfully it was the drain, and the water slowly began to lower. Chris pulled his hand back out, shaking the water off his arm as best as he could.