Resident Evil Dark Files: Raccoon's Shadow

Funhouse of Horrors

He stood there, staring at me, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly open as he took in my presence. It would have been amusing if not for the night I've been having. So many emotions splashed across his face--more than I have ever seen on his usually stony face.

"(F.N) Frost?" Captain Wesker schooled his features and lowered his gun. "What are you doing here?"

Giving my own head a shake, I carefully stood straighter. "Captain Wesker?"

"How did you get here?" He repeated a little more curtly.

"The mountain trail."

One of his perfectly kept eyebrows jerked to his hairline. "You walked up here? But the forest...how did you--"

"I ran from those...those--"

"Dogs?"

I nodded. "Yes. Dogs. I ran into an old cabin out on the property." I tried to swallow, but the lump in my throat wouldn't let up. "How...why are you here?"

"The S.T.A.R.S. alpha team was dispatched to search for Bravo after they went missing. We ran into...some issues." His eyes shifted down to the dead creature at my feet, watching as the blood pooled around my shoes. Usually, I thought him cold, but it was a breath of fresh air to see a real human right now.

"S.T.A.R.S. is here? My brother--" I gazed over his shoulder, fully expecting to see his red bandana, but let out a dejected breath when I found an empty corridor.

"Are you hurt?"

"N-no. But I--"

"Good," he cut me off again. "With all that has been going on tonight, at least that is some good news." I shifted under his stare. Even behind sunglasses, his gaze was still intense. But if his night was anywhere as bad as mine, I don't blame him for being tense.

"Captain?" I found my voice. "What's going on up here? There are...there are monsters everywhere--crazy people, sharks, and these files I found said--"

His eyebrows lowered past his sunglasses, and his voice sharpened. "What files?"

Quickly, I shrugged off my bag, pulled out the notes and files I collected and handed them to Captain Wesker.

He plucked them out of my hand. Slowly, he lowered his eyes from my face and inspected every note I gave him.

"I believe Umbrella to be responsible for all of this; I deduced that from the burnt up note at the bottom of the page, here," I pulled out the burnt page so he could read it. "That and an ex-Umbrella employee contacted me--Billy Rabbitson. He was supposedly killed in a plane crash earlier this year, but it was all a ruse to hide that they have been conducting some kind of experiments up here. Look at this report on point 42. I found that plant underneath one of the buildings here inside a lab--"

"A lab? What lab? Where?" His knuckles whitened as I pointed to the photograph of the men outside of point 42.

"Under here. That's where the sharks were and the roots of the plant. Luckily, I killed it." I could feel the blood pumping through me at the thought of all this. Umbrella was responsible for this atrocity. So many lives were ruined because of their cover-up. "I've already been targeted a few times, and even Billy mentioned not trusting anyone from the R.P.D. We need to get this to the news, pronto."

Captain Wesker hadn't said much after my speech. He flipped through the papers again, carefully reading over every single word on the sheets. His face, as impassive as usual.

I tried to move past captain Wesker, but his hand wrapped around my arm, stopping me. "Hold on. You can't just walk around here, especially unarmed. You know what lurks here," he jutted his chin to the dead body at our feet. I nodded with him.