Resident Evil S.T.A.R.S Case Files #1. The Mansion Incident

The Mansion

We ran in, out of breath.
"Those things-they killed-" I couldn't finish before I vomited all over the mansion floor.
Chris touched my shoulder in a comforting way to let me know I wasn't alone in this. For everything considered, it took some pressure off my shoulders.

"What the hell are we going to do?" Barry asked indirectly towards Wesker.
"We need to calm down and keep the situation under control," he said.
"Control?! Three members were killed by those fucking zombie dogs! We don't even know where everyone else is!" Jill yelled back at him in anger.
"I understand that but if we sit here and fight about it we'll all die!" He barked back at her, putting her back in her calmer state.
"Yes, you're right, sorry," she responded.

"Let's split up, this mansion is too big for us all the stay in a big group. Jeremy and Barry take on the west side. Jill and Chris take on the East side. I'll stay here and call you if anything comes through to doors," Wesker said as if he had already planned this out.

I could barely move, the things I had just saw. It was criminal to take those men's lives away. They had families and children. Now their kids have to always wonder "when's daddy coming home?" At night when their mother cries herself to sleep afraid that those things will somehow find her. As if they had a vendetta against their family or something. Fear does things to people that would sound as crazy as a mental person's ramblings.

"You heard him, Jeremy," Barry said to me. "Let's go."

Chris and Jill went off on their section and Barry and I went off on ours. We walked into what seemed like a dining room, very well furnished. The table was at least 30 feet long, and at least 20 chairs sat pushed in neatly as if there had been a elegant and posh dinner held just moments before we had came in. Napkins and silverware sat beside a white plate in front every chair as if screaming for a hot meal to be placed on it. There was medieval paintings on the wall, all depicting sword fighting and parties with several faces that no one could name. One of the paintings depicted a man shoving his dagger into another mans chest and the other man is stabbing a sword into the mans head, and a still lit fireplace crackling at the other end of the room. The only thing we could hear the the fireplace, and the grandfather clock ticking, as if timing how long we had before death.

"This place is creepy," Barry said to me.
"Yeah, no kidding," I said still recovering from my vomit attack.
"Let's stay close, don't wanna get sneaked up on."
"Yeah let's go."

We walked across the dining room floor, the boards creaking with every step. Somehow the paintings got scarier than they were when I walked in. I was paranoid enough to believe they could also come alive and attack us. Wouldn't have been the weirdest thing I saw that night.

"Look at this!" Barry yelled to me.

I rushed over to see what he was looking at. It was blood, still fresh too.
"Is that?"
"Blood. Let's just hope it's not one of ours," he said.

Right then we heard a gunshot come from the hallway beside us, screaming too.
"What the hell?!" I said.
"Go investigate!" Barry said. "Come back here if you find anything I'm gonna find out when this blood was spilt."
"Okay, I'll be back," I said and raced to the single door that bridged the dining room and hallway.

I opened it up, and saw someone run past in a hurry as if something was chasing them. I soon found out I was right. I closed the door behind be and turned to see the most horrifying things in my life.

A zombie, once a man, now an undead monster. His eyes were sunken into his head as if he has gotten no sleep in the past two years. His teeth were bloody and a ring of blood covered his face. His fingernails had blood under them and I could see brain protruding from his broken skull. A bite mark lay on his neck.

"Shoot it!" I heard the voice yell out.

So I did just that, I reloaded my Samurai Edge and shot the bastard four times in the dome. He fell down, groaning in pain as if the man he once was had still been deep down feeling all of this. I couldn't think about that now, I needed to help someone.

I turned to see Kenneth. He was moaning and groaning while sitting on a couch of sorts. He had a bite mark covered in blood around his abdomen and he was in serious critical condition.
"Jesus Christ, Kenneth!" I said running to him.
"Jeremy, thank god you guys made it. Where is everyone?" He asked.
"We came after you," I said. "Where the hell is the rest of your team?"
"We were attacked," he said with a wince in his voice as I cleaned his wound.
"Yeah we know. Kenneth. Kevin and Dewey are dead."
"What? How?"
"Those things got to them," I said as I bandaged up the mark on his body.

I picked him up and carried him to the dining room. When I walked in, Barry was gone. I set Kenneth down and looked around. It wasn't like Barry to leave like this, getting cold feet wasn't his style.

"Barry?" I yelled out.
No response.

"Barry was here?" Kenneth asked then immediately winced at the pain.
"Yes, what the hell." I said in frustration. "That's too many people to lose."
"How many of us are left?" He asked.
"5 now. What the hell even happened, Kenneth?"

"Kevin had to make a emergency landing, someone had sabotaged the helicopter. We all got out and decided to split up. I wondered alone and found those dogs, they chased me here and I managed to get away ever so slightly." He said moaning throughout it.
"Jesus." I said. "They got to Kevin and Dewey and Joseph. We need to get out of here, and fast."

The grandfather clock ticked and ticked. Making the feelings of dread and hopelessness worse than ever