{Book 2}
When Alpha Team is sent into the dark forests of the Arklay Mountain Range to find Bravo Team, they never expected to face an apocalyptic nightmare. Chris Redfield and Jill Valentine have a long journey ahead of them, and this is where it b...
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Chris nudged his gun against the door and peeked his head in, glancing around warily at the rickety entryway. It was dim and the homey sound of crickets chirping hummed lowly inside. Had to be a good sign, right?
Chris pushed the door open all the way and shut it with his free hand, his other still wrapped around his gun. His eyes glanced around the building covered with dark and moist wood, taking note of several dingy doors with numbers on the top. Straight ahead of him was the only set of two doors in the hall.
Chris cleared his throat and holstered his gun, pulling out his knife with ease as he slowly crept down the hallway, cringing at the creaks in the wood as he moved forward.
He stopped before the double doors and placed his fingers on the cold knob. He held his breath as he twisted and pushed the right door open.
Chris stepped forward quietly, his knife out in front of him, and licked his lips as he twirled it around in his hand. He looked around quickly for any sign of movement but found none when he noticed the lounge below the balcony he found himself on.
In the lounge was a pool table in the center with several of the balls scattered about and a cue stick broken in half next to them.
Chris was about to step forward and go down the steps, but froze when he heard a light clicking sound both behind and above him.
As if on cue, the clicking was accompanied by the feeling of cold breath on the back of Chris' neck and he gulped before slowly turning around and looking up at the ceiling.
Chris gulped once more as he noticed the beady eyes of a huge spider staring back at him from the ceiling. The spider hissed and clicked its talons at Chris before beginning to crawl upside down toward him.
Chris, feeling a small sense of panic in his chest, dropped his knife and pulled out his pistol, hesitating for a moment before firing a few bullets into the large abdomen of the spider.
The spider hissed and fell to the floor, trying to scramble back up. Chris, still feeling more panic, continued to fire his pistol with one hand into the flailing body of the spider, not feeling at ease until the spider's lanky limbs stopped wriggling.
Chris' eyes widened and he wrinkled his nose as the abdomen of the spider ruptured, seeping an acidic and disgusting green liquid into the wooden boards around its body.
Chris covered his mouth to keep himself from throwing up before stepping back from the spider's corpse. "God..."
Refusing to look at the disgusting sight anymore, he turned to jog down the steps, eager to investigate and get the hell out of here.
Chris made it to the bottom of the landing and slowly approached the pool table. He tilted his head and pursed his lips. Judging by the accompanying bar and slightly ripped poster of Marilyn Monroe in a bikini, it seemed like whoever was residing in Umbrella's headquarters also liked having a fun time.
