Resident Evil: Mysteries in Africa

Chapter 10

On the other side of the door, we found ourselves on a path flooded with water, forcing us to move forward with difficulty, the water reaching up to our hips, but we did not stop. This passage led us to a hidden village deep within the swamp, inhabited by natives whose gazes greeted us with distrust and suspicion. Among them, two towering individuals stood out, masked and wielding spiked maces adorned with human skulls, a macabre representation of their native culture.

The atmosphere was heavy with tense silence when we decided to break the ice with gunfire. The bullets echoed in the humid air, as the traditional villagers fell one after another. However, the two masked individuals seemed immune to the bullets, advancing with a determination that suggested they were guarding something greater.

One of them lunged at us with a mace raised high, but we managed to dodge his attack with agility. The other, more cunning, stealthily approached me, ready to deliver a deadly blow. Chris acted quickly, shooting him several times in the leg, causing him to kneel momentarily. I seized the opportunity to try to snatch his mace, but I underestimated his strength. With an unexpected move, he threw me to the ground violently, though the spikes of his mace didn't manage to harm me.

I grabbed my gun and fired repeatedly at the enemy, but the bullets barely affected him. I noticed that all the missed shots were in vain; I was still lying on the sandy surface and growing desperate. That's when I spotted a fallen soldier next to a wooden tube, and beside him, a gun. The need for a more powerful weapon became evident. I quickly moved towards the corpse, grabbed the gun, and at that precise moment, the masked figure lunged at me. I managed to shoot him point-blank in the chest, and he collapsed dead on top of me.

I pushed his body aside, but the impact from the gun had caused a small injury to my hand. I looked at the weapon with respect, recognizing its power—it was a Smith & Wesson Model 29.

I stood up, noticing that some villagers with bows and arrows were surrounding me. I prepared my machine gun and began shooting in a circle, taking them down one by one in a desperate act to preserve my survival amid the hostility of the native village. Each bullet unleashed its own symphony of chaos in that forgotten corner of the world.

I fixed my attention on every movement Redfield made as he faced the enigmatic individual, and as he advanced, the infected silently approached from the shadows. I decided to push forward in the darkness, deploying a flashbang with precision to assist him. With skill, I gripped the revolver and firmly aimed at the largest infected, clearing the way to confront the rest more effectively. The strange peculiarity of some infected, whose heads exploded upon defeat, revealing an ominous parasite inside, evoked unsettling memories of the island's inhabitants.

After resolving that encounter, we continued our journey with determination. A bridge rose as a challenge before us, and thanks to Chris Redfield's masterful collaboration, we managed to cross it by turning a crank that activated the platform with a metallic clang. Following the winding path, we ascended in a cable car that led us to an even darker corner of the landscape.

In this new setting, we witnessed a grotesque scene: a B.S.A.A. soldier hung at the edge of the swampy waters. Three individuals, shouting in their ancestral language, watched the dramatic execution. Suddenly, a giant crocodile emerged from the waters and devoured the soldier in one bite, sending shivers through us. Chris, in response, drew his weapon and fired at the infected, igniting an intense battle. We fought fiercely against each infected creature that crossed our path, cutting our way through the chaos.

As we approached a majestic bridge and an imposing gate we had to cross according to the map, the structure suddenly collapsed, and I fell into the void. Fortunately, Redfield, with undeniable skill, managed to grab my hands just in time.

"Don't let go, soldier," he growled as he held onto my life firmly in the abyss.

Behind him, an infected was ready to pierce him with a spear. I acted with superhuman speed, releasing one of my hands, skillfully drawing my gun, and shooting, sending the attacker plunging into the water, where he was quickly devoured by the crocodile, painting the waters a deep red.

"Thanks," Chris muttered.

I pulled out my hunting knife, thrust it into the wood of the bridge decisively to secure myself, and with Redfield's firm collaboration, I managed to climb up and stand safely on the solid path ahead of us.

We cautiously advanced along the intricate road, dodging dangers that manifested at every step. It was then that we spotted in the distance another crank, this time anchored to a mechanism that, according to our assumptions, could raise the bridge behind us. The need to secure our route and prevent any mishaps drove us to face yet another horde of infected standing in our way.

The skirmish erupted with renewed intensity. Gunfire echoed in the air, mixing with the guttural roars of the infected. The fog in the area seemed to intensify the chaos, but our determination prevailed. Redfield, with his tactical experience, directed the fight with skill, while I immersed myself in the fray, unleashing precise shots that hit their mark with lethal accuracy.

Finally reaching the crank, we faced the dual task of activating the mechanism and defending ourselves from the relentless attacks of the infected determined to stop us. Chris turned the crank with vigor while I, with the gun in hand, repelled the constant assaults from the hostile beings. The tension in the air was palpable, but our coordination allowed the machinery to creak with its characteristic metallic screech, signaling the rise of the bridge that blocked our way back.

"Let's go, we can't stay here much longer!" Redfield shouted, urging me as we faced the final onslaught of the infected together.

We rushed across the newly raised bridge, satisfied with overcoming another obstacle in this nightmare we were immersed in. The journey led us into unknown terrain, each step resonating with the uncertainty of the next challenge waiting in the shadows.