{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 wiped the sweat from his brow as he leaned his forearm against the doorframe of room 003. He looked down at the key in his shaky hand before shoving it into the door lock.
Chris opened the door lightly and shuffled inside. He immediately lifted his head up and was caught off guard by a dozen bees buzzing around the large lounge before him. Chris winced and swatted his hand around to keep the bees off him.
He leaned against a glass table in the center of the room as he made his way towards the hallway to the left, growing more and more nervous as he encountered more and more bees.
Chris paused in shock as he made out a limp body leaned up against the corner of the hallway turn. Chris managed to keep the bees off him as he took a step closer to the body, its face unrecognizable from the hundreds of stings across it. The only parts of the corpse still intact were its clothes and a spray bottle of insecticide.
Chris stood up and swatted a few bees away as he looked further down the hallway. Above a desk at the end was a huge beehive hanging down from the ceiling. Chris gulped and winced as he saw a key sitting on the desk, where thousands of bees swarmed just in front of it.
Chris bent down and picked up the spray bottle in his hands. He doubted he could get through the swarm in front of him unscathed. Chris looked back down at the puffed up corpse slumped against the wall. Hell, alive.
But he needed that key. Chris narrowed his eyes to make out a flimsy hole along the wall by the back desk. Chris narrowed his eyes and caught a glimpse of the hallway he just came from through the hole in the wall.
He hummed to himself and came up with a brilliant idea.
***
Chris wrinkled his nose as he reapproached the huge beehive, now soaked in insecticide. He stood before the desk now, looking through the hole as he tossed the empty spray bottle to the ground. He reached out a gloved hand and picked up the soaked key to room 003.
Chris left the area of slowly dying bees and cleared his throat as he shoved the key into the doorway next to the bee-stung corpse.
Chris wrinkled his brow and looked behind him as he shut the door. He took a few steps forward to find another cluttered study with only one dim lamp on in the corner. The room was covered with shelves as well as an aged globe.
Chris moved past the globe and spun it with his fingers as he approached the back bookshelf. In the middle shelf were a collection of books outlining the shape of a woman posing on her side. It was interrupted by a random book in the middle entitled, "Umbrella Co. Chemical Recipes and Collections."
Chris picked it up and tilted his head. Umbrella...?
He flipped through the book for a moment. All the equations and chemical names flooding through his brain and not able to comprehend any of them.
