DISCONTINUED [My Valentine]

Chapter Four

[Word Count: 3958|1st POV]

Shots heard throughout the room, echoing off the walls as I shot down the infected, one by one they dropped down with a loud thud as bullets were flying into their heads. When my magazine clip ran out of bullets and I didn't have time to reload, I put it into my holster and reached for my steel plated combat knife, pulling it out and stabbing an upcoming zombie in the head and threw it into the wall, blood splattering along the dulling worn out wallpaper before it slid down the wall and onto the floor with a thud. A zombie grabbed onto me but I grabbed a grenade from the back of my utility belt, stuffing it in its mouth before yanking the clip of the grenade back and managed to roll away. Ducking my head inbetween my arms as it exploded in it's mouth, causing massive damage to the hallway, but not enough to cause it to collapse.

I heard heavy footsteps running down the hallway in front of me and when I looked up, I saw the familiar face that belonged to the STARS Captain, Albert Wesker. He raised his gun up and shot the last zombie that had tried to get up from the ground after being blasted back by the force of the grenade. "You okay?" Albert had asked and I nodded as I pushed myself off the floor and stood up onto my two feet and brushed myself off. "Where's the others?"

"No clue, we got split up when those zombie dogs ambushed us on the balcony." I told him and he nodded, walking past me to take a quick look before turning back towards me.

"Did you find anything important?" I thought for a moment before remembering that study room with the three animal trophies and nodded, reaching into the back of my pocket to pull out a sheet of paper.

"Yes, actually. I was exploring the place to see if I could find Chris or Jill and stumbled upon a room that was locked." I looked down into my hands, unfolding the paper and handed it to him. "Turns out that Umbrella is behind this and had us be their little lab rats for what's happening here, they planned to wipe us out." I informed him as he analysed the sheet of paper through his sunglasses.

"Hmm... So is Umbrella behind all of this?" Wesker had asked, more directly to himself than to me before folding the piece of paper and stuffed it into one of the pouches embedded onto his tactical vest. "Good work, Wolff," He nodded to me and I felt pride seep through my anxiety that was eating me away in this dreadful eerie mansion. Wesker always referred to me by my last name rather than my first name like he does to the others. The only time we don't use our surnames is outside of work or off duty around the city. Not sure why he does, but I never did mind it. "Did you go to the residence recently?"

"No, why?" I could tell Wesker was in thought for a minute when he didn't reply and placed a hand on his hip and another hand on his chin, rubbing it before he spoke.

"No reason, I thought I had saw someone there besides Barry, I'll ask Jill if I see her again," A feeling of dread hung over my head at the 'if' part, she's tough, I know she's alive but couldn't help but feel my anxiety creeping up again and inflate my pride back to minimal.

"You saw Barry? How is he? Haven't seen him at all when he and Jill left to go check out that noise," I asked and he shrugged.

"Saw him for a minute, when he reported to me, he seemed... kinda off," He replied, turning towards the window in mid sentence and looking out onto the dark forestry landscape around the mansion, the fog was thick and hard to see through the darkness.

"Off?" I repeated and he turned towards me.

"Nevermind, his behaviour might just be the claustrophobic feeling in here. Especially with those creatures lurking around. Can't say I blame him," Wesker started to walk. "Let's not waste any more time. We have to get out of here before who knows what Umbrella has up their sleeves," I nod in agreement as he walks past me.