Resident Evil Dark Files: Raccoon's Shadow (with OG character)

A Family in Mourning

Deputy Douglas examined me after I retold my account again. He tapped the pencil along the metal table and peered through his notes again. "And Captain Wesker was still in the lab when it exploded?"

The lights overhead agitated the pain in my head, making it throb. I messaged my temples, fighting the heaviness of my eyes. "The last time I saw him, he was in the labs. I don't know what happened to him after I was attacked." I muttered and shifted in the hard chair, wincing as I put weight on my ankle. "As far as I'm aware, we took the only exit out of that hell hole, and Wesker had no way of escaping before the blast.

The deputy closed his notebook silently and turned his attention to Detective Edwards. The detective had remained silent through most of the interrogation, only jumping in with an odd question for clarification. He kept up his silence and shook his head towards his partner. The deputy dragged a hand through his hair, his eyes never once wavering from me. He sighed, "We don't have any more questions."

"What'll happen now," a sense of dread crept over me. After the horrors of last night, I didn't think there would be anything left to be scared of, but the idea of moving on from last night filled me with a new foreboding.

"We can't say. It's still an ongoing investigation," the detective said. "If we have more questions, we'll call you back."

"Your parents are down in the lobby waiting for you." The deputy added.

I froze. The throbbing in my ankle and the pain in my head faded away. Put me back in the mansion with the monsters; I know how to handle it. But how does one look at your parent's faces and try to explain that their son isn't coming back? How do you answer their questions of why? How? What is there to say?

My body refused to rise out of the seat.

The deputy narrowed his eyes toward me. He leaned over, rested a hand on my shoulder, and spoke softly. "Your parents have been informed upon your arrival. I know you're tired, but if you need a moment to yourself before you head down there, we won't rush--"

A knock on the door sounded out. All our heads turned as Marvin appeared. His grim face brightened at the corner of his eyes when they found mine.

"Lieutenant, we were about to bring her to the lobby." The deputy stood straight.

Marvin waved the man off. "I came here to take her myself." He smiled at me, "Whenever you're ready, Addison."

I faltered to my feet, propping myself up against the table for more support as I put weight on the tender ankle. Marvin was beside me in a heartbeat and shifted my weight to him. Once I was secured beside him, he turned his attention back to the two men.

"I may need the both of you's down in the lobby," Marvin sighed. "The press has swarmed the place, and I want the three of them out of here with as little fuss as possible."

We went to the lobby in absolute silence, like a funeral procession. News spread through the station like wildfire at this point. Everyone was quiet as the four of us passed by; their silent stares, filled with questions, gnawed at me. Marvin silently squeezed my shoulder and nodded as we walked by. My dry eyes burned as we made our way towards the main hall.

Commotion filled the hall as we passed the press room. Shouting banged against the closed doors as the press rattled off questions. Chief Irons's voice boomed over them all, urging them to settle down as he answered one question.

The main lobby wasn't as busy as I feared it would be. Only a few people from the press waited outside. They noticed us and began to walk hurriedly over, but the Deputy and the Detective blocked us from their view. I leaned in closer to Marvin, only daring to sneak a peak at the journalists as we hurried past them. I met the gaze of one young journalist and recognized her as a student from the same program as me, only a year below. Her eyes widened, and I could tell she wanted to say something, but the deputy blocked her. As we walked by, I could feel her eyes on the back of my head.