Search and Rescue

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Loud Pearson static from a radio buzzed in. Vaguely Heard a Voice through all the static. "You are assigned to help with the search and rescue for Sherry Birkin. You are to search her residence and if you do not find her report back immediately" you laid your head on the steering wheel. Taking in a deep breath. How does one person up and vanish out of nowhere. You thought the worst things that I could have happened to this innocent girl. Although she wasn't quite innocent being an agent herself doing just as much as anyone else could. You stepped out of the vehicle and walked to the front door of the residence of Sherry Birkin. One of the original survivors of the Raccoon City incident. Her father being known to help in the creation of the G virus. Years ago she was infected with it but was cured thanks to the help of Claire Redfield. Chris redfield's younger sister. From then it's been pretty dormant in her body although it is still there it allows her to regenerate and heal her wounds immediately. Signs that the virus is still somewhat there and can be used to combat any original G virus or any mutations or viruses created from it. You push the door open. It was dark dingy. Everything seemed pretty up kept though. It seemed clean and not a single sign of distress. It's almost like she literally got up and left but there's no way an agent would just up and vanished for no reason. You walked into the door and called out

You : "Sherry.....Sherry Birkin are you in here?"

You waited a moment for a voice or a sound. Although the entire residence was quiet like a mouse. The only thing that could be heard is your own heartbeat and the sound of your blood moving through your veins. It was eerie and uncanny. Something felt off. It felt like if you continued further in to the house you would find something you didn't want to see. Walking through the living room and passed kitchen on the right side of you. You enter the long hallway. At the end of this hallway there was a door slightly a cracked open. Enough to see a little bit of a bed inside the room. Assuming that was her bedroom at the end. If she was anyway she was most likely to be in there. There was a slight glean of light beaming through the door as well. It looked like it was light from a window. You begin to think as you walk down the hallway it would be odd if she was here people called and tried to get her to answer but nothing. Even if she was here something bad must have happened. Most people wouldn't disappear for a month like that in privacy of their own house. Walking past two doors one on the right one on the left. You looked in the one on the left seeing that it was a bathroom but nothing was inside. You looked into the right bathroom seeing a small study room. This room was not in a clean State like the others. Things were knocked over chair thrown across the room papers everywhere. If there was a struggle it definitely happened in that room. You begin to feel a cold breeze. You turn to face where it was coming from the bedroom door. The freeze was heavy and the coldness was thick. It was one of those cold freezes where you could almost taste the coldness on your breath. You placed your hand on the door and pushed it open. The room was brighter than any other room in the house. You heard a breeze blast through the room. Turning to look at the window that he's been shattered as the curtains would move in the Wind. At first you couldn't notice anything with the broken window but as you look down and observed the entire room you notice the small trail of blood that led from the study room up to the window. You only noticed it with the light from the window coming through. You would stare at the window for a moment. It didn't look like it was broken open with an item it looked like it was jumped through. Assuming that Sherry or someone or maybe something jump through the window. It was more likely that something jumped into the room then out of it. After all jumping through a pane of glass would definitely cut you up. You follow the trail into the room pulling out your flashlight to get a better look at the study. You looked around and again didn't notice much but things that you notice the first time except for the more obvious bigger puddle of blood on the floor. None of the blood was fresh either which was hard to tell from it on the carpet since it seeped into the carpet. Although in the hardwood floor of the study was more obvious that it was dried. Whatever was bleeding here it happened a long time ago. You pull that your radio and once again as you turned it on the static built up.

You : "hello? Is anyone there. I'm paging in to update the whereabouts and investigation on the agent Birkin. There was a indication of a struggle and injury. It is unattimed if it was her or something else that may have endangered her. The blood is dried so it's been here for a while. If we can get a forensic or something down here to study the blood sample maybe we can match it to her or to someone else. There's no one here in the premises but me as far as I know. The blood trail leaves from her study to the bedroom at her window I assume that something jumped in it but it is still possible that it could have went out the window."

Release the button to talk through the radio as you waited for someone to page in. Eventually a voice came through but in a language you didn't understand and it didn't sound like any of the. BSSA members who investigating the disappearance. It must have been the static you thought to yourself. You're sure that someone heard it and decided to go to the bedroom window and lift yourself out of it to see if you can find a blood trail. As your feet landed on to the cold dirt. Your eyes glanced around not noticing any signs of a blood trail. Although the grass was quite long so it would be hard to tell. He began to walk around the back of the building. a bright blue thing to listen to the Sun. As you ran up to it you noticed it was the scarf that Sherry Birkin wore. It had a blood stain on it. Assuming that the same blood on the floor was the same on the scarf if it was hers they can tell that she's been injured recently although they would need a fresh sample of her blood. At least they would know if she was in danger. If it wasn't hers and it was someone else they might be able to pinpoint whoever is targeting her. She wasn't agent for Simmons before he turned into a criminal. She then just became a special agent on her own afterwards. So maybe it was someone who was affiliated with him. It was the most likely threat to her who else would want anything from her. Your eyes darted over to a metallic surface with blood on the surface of it. As you put the scarf in your pocket do you want over to the metallic surface. It wasn't a metallic piece of metal or anything like that it was a door. It was cleverly hidden amongst the grass and shrubbery. You lifted up the metallic door and inside this door. Was a curled up injured Sherry. Blood-stained her shirt around her stomach as she looked unconscious. How long was he here he wondered was she put under here on her own or by someone else. You reached your hands down and pulled the girl from within the metal structure. You carefully laid her onto the floor checking her pulse and then trying to shake her awake

You : "Miss Birkin? Hello are you okay?

There was no answer but a slight moment of pain. She was alive and a bit conscious but whatever was going on with her she was not Interstate to talk. As you pick the girl up in your arms rushing her to the vehicle you drove in. You begin to heal yelling. Seeing a bunch of figures appear from the bushes and trees around her residence. You climbed into the driver seat locking the windows.

You : "I will get you somewhere safe Sherry"

You peeled out of her driveway as fast as possible beating down the road making sure not to be too Reckless while driving but quickly getting hell out of there. After 20 minutes of driving as fast as possible you slow down and looked over to the girl who is still unconscious in the passenger seat.

You : "your safe now Sherry"

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