"Wake up... Wake up!"
The snapping of a thumb and a woman's words echo in my fog clouded head. Then a blinding light flashes in my eyes and they snap open in response, only for me to raise a hand to my face to deflect it. "Hold still," the woman orders, grabbing my wrist. "Keep your eyes open," she follows up with as I take in the greasy blonde hair pulled to the side in a pony tail and a lab coat.
"Not infected," she determines, switching the small light off after a minute of gawking and pockets it. Then she's releasing my wrist and standing up to step away.
The wild sparking of cables is heard, glimpsing over to the elevator. I see it buried into the bottom of the shaft, the fall hard on the metal as the flooring is bent up from where it landed. A dull throb in my head appears and my neck protests from lifting it, the effects of the first crash have begun, but this I'm sure just worsened it.
"Claire? Claire you have to get up! H-he's coming! He's going to get me!"
"Sherry?" I mumble her name, mouth dry and feeling like it's full of cotton as the vague remembrance of her trying to wake me after we fell rises to the surface of my mind. Like something thrown into water and watching it slowly rise, is the only way to describe how muddled my thoughts feel right now.
Rolling to my left to sit up slowly, groaning in pain. "Where's Sherry?" I ask the woman standing at a ledge a few feet from me.
"Sherry? Sherry's... fine," the answer from her is distant, evidently not paying full attention to my words. More interested in the damage done to the railing and platform as her head bends and arm works to scribble something into a small notepad in her hand.
She knows Sherry's name...
"You know her?" I ask, standing with a stretch in my knees. God some Tylenol would be amazing right about now. "What happened to her?" the question a demand in how worried I sound, pressing a hand to my back as I do a waddle of some sorts closer to the woman. Still gaining my bearings after the crash. How long was I out for? It couldn't have been too long, but long enough Sherry's out of sight and maybe in danger again.
"Impressive display of strength..." the woman mumbles, turning around and whizzing past me for the wreckage of the elevator. "We have to assess the situation," she counters my anxious questions with useless ramblings.
Licking my dry lips, "W-who are you? I'm Claire," I approach her, noticing the glasses hanging from the v in her gray top and the badge that has an Umbrella logo on it along with the bolded white letters of the company's name adjacent to it. Didn't Sherry say her mom worked for Umbrella? If my vision wasn't so blurry from hitting my head and just waking up, I could probably make out the small letters of her name.
"Didn't foresee this," another mindless thought that distracts me from the task.
I'm fed up with her inattentiveness, she knows about Sherry, and I need to as well. "Where is Sherry?" no answer as she writes, "Hello?"
She stops writing and glances my way, "Annette," her attention turns on me fully now and she takes a step forward. "Tell me, what happened when you saw William?"
William? "I-I don't know who that is," I answer honestly, somewhat dumbfounded by the change in topic.
"The creature responsible for this!" the words harsh like it's such an obvious statement, and my brows furrow in confusion as to how she could possibly expect me to put that together. The most I knew was seconds before the monster now known as William rammed the elevator, Sherry had weakly cried out, "Daddy". As if she recognized the face of what was once human as her own father. What a sickening thought...
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The 0714 Files: File #1 Inferno (Remake 2)
Horror"I think you're going to learn a lot of things about this city and the people that you won't want to." Madeleine Sówka has spent the last twelve years of her life believing she knows what monsters look like. They are the people who hide in the backg...
