Resident Evil: Unloved [ENG]

Chapter 10

Vince Archer did not know how long he remained in that state, but of one thing he was certain:

The pain in his head was what brought him back very soon to wake up.

He was lying on the ground, or on a cold surface.

There was an unbearable stench, which only worsened the condition of his head, targeted by an incessant internal pounding:

It almost seemed to burst out of him.

The first thing he remembered was being attacked by someone sneaking up on him, and now his eyes were trying to frame the ceiling of some enclosed area filled with rusty pipes, fans, and a blurred, dead light.

He looked around him, or at least tried to:

Something was holding him down by the wrists of his hands.

Shrugging his shoulders slightly, he realized that he was anchored firmly to a bed of a stretcher...

He could not understand. He could not think.

His head hurts too much to imagine a logical concept of what happened.

"Where the fuck am I! Who the fuck tied me up here?!"

There was no answer.

Turning his gaze, however, he could see that in the crib at his side was Zeke Fleming, although still in the arms of Morpheus, bound in the same manner.

At first, he feared that he was dead, but he was reassured a little when he saw his chest slowly rise and fall, a sign that the man still possessed the gift of life.

However, this was of little comfort to him, given the situation they both found themselves in, not to mention the disappearance of Rhonda and the others.

"Hey... hey, old man!" he exclaimed in a low voice, trying to untie himself somehow...

Until the sound of footsteps surprised him, and he decided to pretend he was still unconscious, his hair covering his eyes.

The door to the strange room jerked open...

And into it, with drawn and uncertain steps, entered two female figures.

They emitted a strange mumbling, but from the way they moved they did not look like zombies.

Zombies don't open doors, genius...

He remained motionless to the last to stare at their moves...

Then he saw one of them take Zeke's stretcher and push it out of the room.

"Easy... easy..." murmured one of the two women, dressed in very low-cut nursing garments.

But that voice... There was something wrong with it.

He couldn't explain it well himself:

It was as if distorted, high-pitched but low at the same time, and it hissed in a way that almost made your blood run cold.

Moreover, before they left the room, he swore he saw something sticking out of their backs....

But the darkness and the hair over his eyes blocked his view.

"I have to... get out from here."

He waited for a few seconds before he started swaying left and right...

And, after a couple of seconds, the stretcher fell sideways.

The impact untied one of his wrists.

"Okay..." he murmured, as with his free hand he tore off the ropes that kept his other limb bound; "Now I'm leaving..."