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Wow, nice fight scene! Liked it. And of course Nicholai ...

Thanks for updating!


When you're good at something, never do it for free ...

October 28, 2012 at 4:32 PM Flag Quote & Reply

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Thanks Fletcherc! Wonder helped me when I was in a rut with the boss fight. Playing Outbreak did help a lot in the felines movements. :)


'The screams, the shouts, the pain, the nightmares...they'll never leave me, that asylum will never leave me...I suffer from it every passing night...what does Umbrella want of me?' - Shane Burns

October 31, 2012 at 2:04 PM Flag Quote & Reply

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Chapter 9


The slightly limping strides Shane made through the halls did little to hinder his progress or wreck his mood. He inhaled deeply and smiling to himself he thought, "If I could survive Grimalkin King and all the other horrors in this dump, I can defeat that freak Afanasii and kill that bastard Nicholai.”


Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a packet of mixed herbs and hungrily chewed the leafy concoction which was supposed to help boost his healing factor and act as an pain killer. Shane was amused when minutes later the herbs kicked in and suddenly his leg stopped hurting and he felt a boost in his vitality.


Shane’s pace quickened from a quick stride to a jog as he moved to the stairs as he started going back upstairs, there was nothing in this section of the hospital for him, he didn’t have all his gear and only had what he managed to stuff in his pockets which was a first aid spray can, some pistol ammo and a blue herbal packet.


If he was going to beat Nicholai he was going to need to find better weapons. As fun as it would be to beat that smug bastard to death with some rusty pipes Shane knew it wasn’t a practical choice. When he reached the first floor he scanned the dimly lit area seeing a large ominous hole in the wall further up the hallway to his left.


There was a blood splattered AK-47 on the floor lying in a large pool of congealed blood with torn material. He blinked seeing that even the wall had blood and bullet holes splattered and scattered all over it.


Shane shook his head and thought, "Whatever happened here wasn’t good… but damn it I need that weapon.” Holding the pipes firmly in his hands he focused on the gun as he ran towards it and in a single fluid movement dropped the bent up rusty pipes from his hands and snatched the sticky slick gun out of the puddle of gore before the pipes hit the ground.


Shane’s feet lost traction as he ran through the blood and started to fall forward. Using his momentum Shane kicked off the slick floor launching him over the rest of the puddle in a flip and landed on his feet near the far end of the room.


Shane spun on one heel and brought the rifle up aiming it at the hole. Shane held his breath waiting for some sign of movement from the hole but nothing stirred. He smirked satisfied he was safe for now and started checking the ammo clip on the gun. He was surprised to see there was still good amount of ammo left in it. Finding an old table covered in a dust cloth Shane took the ratty old sheet and wiped most of the blood off. Once he checked the gun and made sure it was clean felt the metal and the wood of the weapon. Even as a kid he had found AK’s to be a unique and awesome weapon and he always wanted to have one of his own.


Suddenly Shane felt a rush of fear shiver through his body as a guttural whispery voice hissed, “Sssshane.” Turning with his weapon raised Shane saw Afanasii’s huge leather jacketed frame blocking the door as her pale blue eyes locked onto him.


Shane felt his heart nearly stop seeing her again but he couldn’t let his fright make him sloppy. Forcing the feeling that he needed to run deep down he aimed the rifle at the female tyrant as she started moving toward him in powerful booming footsteps. He started backing up slowly, uncertain of his course of direction as Afanasii stomped through the puddle of blood when suddenly a pair of huge glowing red eyes flashed to life inside the darkness of the hole as a huge Wisp the size of a compact car lunged out of the giant hole in the wall snagging Afanasii on her left arm tearing into it. Slowly the tyrant turned her head towards the threat and with a grunt slammed her right fist hard onto its giant bony head.


The Wisp King barely reacted to the blow and all Afanasii knew was the creature was interfering with her mission and needed to be eliminated. The Wisp King thrashed its head and scratched at the tyrant’s legs but she didn’t react to the pain and kept raining slow, steady punches against the beast as it refused to let its grip on her arm loose.


Shane grinned and backed away with his weapon trained on them. The Wisp King didn’t even notice him but Afanasii stared at him and grimaced trying to rip loose from the giant zombie rat to no avail. Shane smiled wider and said, “Sorry darling, looks like the big lug is stuck on you.” As he waved bye to her he retreated to another side of the room and to another flight of stairs leading up where he could hear gunfire, orders being yelled and the inhuman squeals of giant rodents.


When Shane reached the top he saw on the other side of a long hallway a group of Nicolai’s men firing on a Wisp swarm, unnoticed he went up another flight of stairs to the third floor where he had to stop midway and vault over a claymore tripwire.


As Shane made it to the top he saw Nicholai at the end of the hallway standing with his arms folded behind his back waiting as nonchalantly as someone waiting at a bus stop. Shane glared at him as Nicholai stared back at him icily, showing no signs of concern.


Shane snarled, aimed the rifle and opened fire as he moved down the hallway but Nicholai stood his ground as the bullets smacked into the clear barrier of thick bullet proof glass in front of him. Shane stopped firing as Nicholai stood behind the glass laughing and said, “Did you really think I would give you this clear a shot at me? Yabloko ot yabloni nedaleko padayet. It seems that stupidity and overconfidence runs in your family, eh?”

Shane growled, “It might be bullet proof but I bet it’s not shatter proof!” Shane slung the rifle around his shoulder and ran full speed toward the glass with his right fist cocked back ready to punch the glass. Shane caught a glimpse of Nicholai smirking just as the flash of a claymore exploding next to Shane blasted him sideways toward an open elevator shaft. Shane screamed as he slammed into the far wall of the shaft and tumbled down, the fire from his jacket the only thing lighting the darkness as he plummeted.


Nicholai shook his head amused, “Your rage and thirst for revenge is going to get you killed the same way it killed your idiotic father.” Nicholai talked into his head mic, “He’s on his way to the warehouse. Give him a warm welcome.” With that Nicholai laughed letting it echo through the hallway.


Shane’s ears were ringing and all he saw were stars in his vision when he tried to open them as he fell. Shane shook his head until his vision cleared enough for him to see he was seconds from the bottom. Shane crashed into a pile of soft, mushy debris at the bottom with a loud thump and he felt something soft and brittle give way beneath his weight with wet snaps. His jacket was suddenly wet extinguishing the flames.


It was then that the sulfur, rotten meat and bile smells hit him. Blinking his eyes until they adjusted he realized he had landed on a pile of rotten corpses. The smell was overwhelming and he had to choke back vomit as he scrambled out of the wet pile of bloated bodies towards the closed elevator gate.


November 4, 2012 at 5:57 PM Flag Quote & Reply

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R.E.S.S. 2 Ch9 Pt2

Shane heaved and lifted the rusted gate up partially before he rolled out under it and let it slam back down behind him. Standing up he walked a few steps away from the gate trying to get some distance between the stench of the body pile and him.


Shane looked around the withered and partly dark warehouse. Shelving units were all over the place, stacked with boxes upon boxes of canned good and various other supplies scattered all over the place.


Pallets of goods, materials and supplies were stacked neatly in some spots while other looked like they had given way and collapsed in others. Shane turned looking at the elevator shaft and shook his head and thought, “No way to get back up that way, even if I wanted to try.”


Shane turned around and decided he needed to check his weapon again to make sure it wasn’t damaged. He looked at the AK he held seeing it did take some superficial damage from the blast. It was scorched and the stock had some pock marks but other than that it was functional.


Shane then checked himself. His scarf had been lost in the fall and was probably tangled up on some corpse for all he knew while his jacket was tattered, scorched and covered in gore. Stripping it off all he had left was his tattered and charred black sweater and his gore stained jeans. Shane already felt a little colder and thought to himself, “…better find a way out of here.”


Shane listened again for any movement but all he heard and felt was wind and the sound of running water in the distance. Suddenly it hit him, “If there’s wind breezing through here, there must be a way out of here...” He thought as he pulled out the map he had tucked in his jeans. Shane checked the warehouse and traced the wrinkled and stained map with his finger as he thought to himself, “Okay, here’s where they bring in their supplies…” Shane’s finger suddenly stopped pointing at the elevator marked on the map. “…Jeez, this place is so big…” He huffed an irritated sigh of breath folding the crumpled map and stuffing it back in his pants pocket.

Shane turned around noticing a desk with a typewriter and another one of those large chests that seemed to be placed haphazardly around the building. Upon the desk was piles of old yellowed and weathered paperwork, some old style ink ribbons next to an antique typewriter, a can of cobwebbed pencils were there some baring marks of being chewed on, two old fountain pens and amazingly a still functioning desk lamp that had seen better days.

Touching the dusty old typewriter, Shane noticed it still had a document in its rollers. Manually turning the knob on the side he gently pulled the paper halfway out and read the text on the page of official Umbrella stationary:


Memo to:


John Beckwith


From: Tony Tolliver


Regarding: Supplies




Management wants another order of vials for the shipment of “T” coming in this week. The test animals (felines and rodents) will be arriving later the same day.


Since the test subjects are strays it is important that the supply of rabies shots arrive before they do. Since the incident with Miguel Espinosa last month the medical staff now requires these shots to be stocked in the warehouse safe, the drug supply room as well as the hospital and lab infirmary. The warehouse safe code is 1920. It's the same model year as Miguel’s roadster, God rest his soul.



Shane thought, “huh… a safe?” Backing up he looked around and then under the desk before finding it hidden on the other side of the old padlocked chest. Shane crouched down wiping the dust caked dial before carefully spinning it left, right, left and right again to enter the code. A small click broke the silence.


Smirking, Shane grabbed the handle and pulled the heavy door open making his smirk widen into a full grin as he whispered, “Oh wow, come to papa.” He said pulling out a Colt Python .357 magnum with one case of ammo. “Jeez, thanks Tony.” He thought as he checked the weapon over. Satisfied it was till in working order he stuffed it into the side of his belt as he pocketed the ammo. “This will certainly stop that bitch.” He thought. Shane looked inside the safe and saw a few small vials of a brownish liquid, and a wrapped syringe. Moving them aside he spotted a note which read:



Finding nothing else of use Shane shut the safe and thought, “Well Tony, I guess you didn’t make it or you didn’t have time to get this... either way I’ll put this baby to good use.”


Shane heard a strange noise and turned around quickly aiming the AK-47 rifle he had slung over his shoulder only a second ago. He listened carefully for a minute or two for the noise again but he only heard the wind howling and water dripping in the warehouse. He slowly slung the rifle back on his shoulder and sighed, shaking his head and then his arms to loosen himself up. He mentally repeated, “Stay focused, find a way to get out of here, kill Nicholai and get the hell out of Dodge.”

November 4, 2012 at 5:58 PM Flag Quote & Reply

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R.E.S.S. 2 ch9 pt 3

Focused on his plans Shane started moving along the only path that was open to him. The warehouse was a mass of loaded shelves and heavy objects like crates, barrels and pallets. It was massive and seemed to take up most of the basement of the hospital. Shane’s walk became a jog as he searched around the place for where the wind could possibly be coming from.


In the dim light Shane didn’t see the puddle of water until he splashed into it, lost his footing and fell backwards just as the pile of heavy crates and masonry were blasted away from the wall he was just about to pass in front of making him cover his head out of reflex. Moving his arms away from his face Shane was shocked to see Afanasii step through the dust clouds surrounding the hole where the wall used to be. The female tyrant looked at him darkly, her eyes narrowed in focus on him as she rasped, “Sssshane!”


Shane scrambled to his feet and ran past Afanasii as her powerful right arm swung down where Shane was a second ago and shattered the concrete floor into a bowling ball sized crater. Shane cursed as he ran, “That stupid fucking overgrown mouse! All it damaged was her goddamn jacket!”


Shane could hear her thunderous boot steps pounding down the corridor behind him. She was fast but nowhere near as fast as he was. Rounding a corner fast Shane ran right around a corner shelves filled with old wooden boxes on them. Close behind him Afanasii’s right shoulder bashed right through the shelving and crates without a care barely hindering her progress.


Shane cursed, “Fuck off!” as he started shooting behind himself while running. He couldn’t aim properly with the AK-47 but he still managed hitting her a few times before turning and jumping over a pile of pallets. On the ceiling ahead of him in glowing red letter a sign read EXIT. Shane chuckled with glee as he saw that and sped toward the open door, a stiff breeze of fresh winter air blasting him in the face. Suddenly a wooden crate sailed past his shoulder missing his head by inches and shattered against another rack of shelves on his left.


Shane laughed and shouted, “Bitch, you have poor aim!” As he reached the open exit door he felt the crisp winter air stinging his face and watched it blow snowflakes inside from the darkness. Shane was so excited to be finally free of this place that he didn’t notice the racks of emergency flood lights surrounding the door until they and every light in the warehouse suddenly snapped on causing him to cover his face instantly from the blinding light that was stabbing his eyes.


Temporarily blinded Shane knew this was part of Nicolai’s ploy to stop him from escaping Afanasii whose footsteps were coming ever closer. Blinking and shielding his eyes Shane saw a pallet still attached to an old manual forklift jack with red barrels on it with the label, “WARNING FLAMMABLE” emblazoned on each of them. Clutching the handle of the jack Shane shoved it with all his strength sending the pallet careening towards Afanasii. Firing a hail of bullets from the AK-47 at the barrels the entire pallet exploded into flames blasting Afanasii with hot flaming liquid and shrapnel sending her flying backwards off her feet down the corridor crashing into another wall of shelves behind her.


The tyrant screamed in rage, “SSSHANE!” from behind the wall of fire that began spreading to the other shelves causing the chemicals and other materials to either feed the flames or cause smaller explosions. Afanasii screamed Shane’s name again this time darkly and full of bitterness. She was like a demon, determined to get his soul and drag him down to hell. Shane screamed back at her in defiance, “Back off you freak! Go back to hell where you belong!”


Shane turned and started to run again for the open exit door near the loading bay. The flood lights were still functioning so he had to shield his eyes with his forearm. When he was a few feet from the exit Shane was greeted by bullets pelting the concrete around him causing him to dodge and duck for cover behind an old yellow rusty forklift. Shane tried to peek around the machine but couldn’t see who was firing at him because of the blinding lights.


Shane heard explosions go off further up the warehouse corridor which was now engulfed in flames. He couldn’t see Afanasii in the billowing smoke and flames but he hoped whatever was blowing up would take that bitch with it though if he didn’t get the hell out of there the flames and whatever was in that warehouse might take him out as well.

Shane heard a thick Russian accent asking in a cocky shout, “Still alive, boy?” Shane recognized the voice as the man from the other corridor before, the one called Gennady. The Russian was one of the main soldiers firing at Shane with his M16. “In my country a child learns never to run blindly into the woods in winter! You never know when you’ll run across a pack of hungry wolves!” He was stalling Shane so Afanasii could get to him.


Shane shouted back, “Fuck off flat top!” as he still tried but couldn’t see through the blinding lights as he stayed behind the forklift. “You’re just part of my ever growing list of assholes I’m going to kill!”


Gennedy laughed, “Do not measure the wolf’s tail till he is dead, boy!” and fired more rounds into the doorway towards Shane. Shane looked on the wall and he could see the laser beams from the sniper scopes flickering through the dust and smoke.


Shane, “Wait and see asshole, you’ll wish you and Nicholai never messed with me or my father!”


Gun fire exploded around the forklift, ricocheting off of the concrete and steel or pock marking it making Shane duck down farther to avoid the gun fire. When the firing stopped Gennedy shouted, “You’re father was a fool… just another failed experiment of Umbrella! Now you follow in his footsteps repeating the same mistakes! You’re only worth will come from dissecting you test tube baby!"


Shane shouted back, “Ha! What about you? You follow a cold war relic and a lunatic! Have you read his files? I have! He’ll kill you like he’s killed everyone else he’s ever commanded! You put your faith in a traitor! Now who’s the idiot?!”

November 4, 2012 at 5:59 PM Flag Quote & Reply

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R.E.S.S. 2 ch9 pt 4

Shane looked back at the raging fire in the corridor and noticed it was creeping closer towards him. Afanasii was gone but there was no way to tell if she was dead or just finding another way to get at him. If she didn’t then Gennedy or the fire would eventually. Shane thought of his father. He had been in situations like this. What would he do?


Gennedy laughed, “As you Americans say it takes one to know one! It’s better to be known as a sinner than a hypocrite comrade!”


Shane cursed out loud, “Shit...” He knew he only had one option: he had to get past Gennedy and his snipers.


Shane looked around and saw a door to his right that he hadn’t noticed sandwiched between two shelf units. Shane breathed out, crouched tucking his legs up underneath himself and then sprang into a full tilt run as gunfire erupted around him. A bullet nicked his back as he turned and shoulder rammed the door open. Once he was inside the tiny room he slammed the metal door shut and locked it as bullets dented it from the other side.


Inside the room was an old steel top desk, office chair, old metal file cabinets and a dead rotten plant in cracked plastic pot sat atop a cabinet in the corner. The desk was a mess of papers, an old lamp and curiously a huge steel bucket filled with thick steel rivets mounted on top of metal base. Its inscription read, “The same hammer that breaks the glass forges the steel.”.


There were stains on the wall that looked like dried blood near an old black and white photograph of a chubby unpleasant looking man in a steel hardhat a cracked wooden frame. An ornate coat rack still had a musty decades out of style brown suit hanging on it along with two thick black leather belts and a dusty brown fedora. It was easy to tell that whoever owned the suit was overweight.


Shane ransacked the desk as the gun fire pinged the door like angry bees. Inside a drawer he found a box of pistol ammo but no gun to go with it. He fished another herb packet out of his pants pocket and ate it as he tore open some of the cabinets but most of them just had musty files and documents. Nothing he could use.


The gun fire stopped and he could hear the muffled taunts of Gennedy outside but couldn’t make out what the son of a bitch was saying. Shane looked at the desk, knocked on it and realized it was really solid and thick. Smiling he remembered once when he was a kid Kevin Ryman showing him some of the riot gear the police had at the station among which were heavy duty metal riot shields. Shane smirked excitedly, “This might work…” as he tore off the thick table top off the metal desk.


Grabbing the leather belts off the rack and the bucket of rivets off the desk Shane used his inhuman strength to punch the rivets through the belts into the desk top. It took effort but he managed to punch them through and bend them so they wouldn’t slip out. Shane slipped his left arm into the straps and hefted it up with his arm. It was cumbersome and heavy but this was his only shot at getting out of this shooting gallery.


Without sunglasses to help him filter out the light from the outside he knew he’d have to move fast and hope the sudden sting of the daylight wouldn’t blind him totally.


Gripping his rifle in his right hand and carrying the makeshift shield on his left arm Shane stood in front of the office door, took a deep breath and kicked it open. Running Shane felt the bullets hitting the steel desk top. It was a strain to hold it up with the bullet ricochets and ringing in his ears and the vibration of the cumbersome heavy metal sheet jerking his arm as he ran past the forklift and down the truck ramp towards the lights.


Shane dropped down to one knee holding the desktop in place in front of him. He could see the metal denting inwards more and more with each new bullet. It killed his eyes to peek but he took aim with the AK-47 from behind his steel barrier nailing the first light stand destroying it.


Shane could see the shadow of someone run to a new position under another bright light making him smirk. Shane fired where the shadow was and was rewarded with the scream of a man dying and crumpling to the floor. He heard the men screaming in Russian and could hear them trying to change position again but Shane fired and got another one who stumbled into the light stand knocking it over shattering the bulbs.


Shane’s eyes were adjusting to the brightness better now but not as much as they should have. The metal desk top was starting to fatigue as he proceeded to shoot at the lights and any shadows blocking them. He heard Gennedy yell something in Russian from outside the door and the remaining two soldiers ran for the exit. Shane shot at them but missed so he instead concentrated on dousing the lights including the halogen ones overhead which only left the orange glow of the fire in the warehouse behind him lighting the corridor and the loading dock.

Shane checked his AK-47 and it was empty. Cursing he knew he couldn’t afford to waste his Magnum on these idiots if that bitch Afanasii was still alive. The two surviving snipers were about to take position outside the exit door with another soldier when Shane came charging out into the snowstorm and hurled the now twisted metal desktop at the pair of soldiers to his left as hard as he could crushing them against a stone wall. Still running forward Shane dodged the third soldier’s gunfire and gripping his empty AK-47 by the barrel he swung it hard at the soldier’s head cracking his skull open with the butt of the rifle. The man flipped sideways and landed face down in the snow, his blood and brains staining it crimson.


Quickly Shane snatched up the dead man’s gun before more bullets started impacting the snow around him. Shane pulled his head back just as a bullet passed by. He looked down at the base of the snowy loading bay ramp seeing Afanasii again. Her body was smoldering from the heat she had endured and her remaining jacket sleeve was still on fire.


Gennedy stood by her with a smug grin as she casually grabbed her burning sleeve and ripped it off. Shane stood his ground aimed the sniper rifle at Gennedy and shot at his smug face only for Afanasii to raise her arm taking and letting the bullet embed itself in her forearm.

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R.E.S.S. 2 ch9 pt5

Shane went to shoot again but was greeted with a hollow click. Frustrated he threw the rifle down and said, “Well? What are you waiting for?! Let’s do this fuckers!”


Afanasii took a step but Gennedy said, “Halt.” making her stop. Gennedy pulled out a large black and gray combat knife, tossed it in the air and then caught it in a fighter’s grip. Gennedy smiled and said, “Whether the knife falls on the melon or the melon on the knife, the melon suffers” He then walked calmly toward Shane with the knife ready to strike.


Shane got into a fighting stance and the two men circled one another as the snow fell around them. Shane glared into the Gennedy’s eyes and snarled, “Close combat isn’t a good idea flat top.” Gennedy’s face was stone, his expression never changing even as he made a quick jab with the knife that Shane easily avoided.


Shane smirked as Gennedy tried again and again to slice Shane only to be greeted with as the two men circled one another like wary predators. After a few minutes Shane got annoyed and grabbed Gennedy’s arm to break it only for Gennedy to thumb a trigger on the knife firing the ballistic blade into Shane’s shoulder making him yelp and release his grip.


In the second it took Shane to recover from the surprise attack Afanasii was suddenly behind him, her powerful fist slamming him in the back sending him flying past Gennedy face first into a snow pile at the edge of the loading area.


Afanasii ran after him and Shane scrambled and dodged another blow that shattered the snow covered pavement where he had landed. Shane got to his feet and yanked the knife blade from his shoulder and tossed it angrily at Afanasii but the blade weakly bounced off her right breast and fell to the ground. As Afanasii charged Shane, Gennedy calmly walked over to the blade, picked it up and looked over at Shane who was again dodging another roundhouse punch from the tyrant. Gennedy smiled, “If you survive this we’ll have to pick up where we left off comrade.” Shane yelled to Gennedy without taking his eyes off Afanasii, “Count on it fucker!” Gennedy nodded and pointed the blade at Shane before turning around and disappearing into the darkness and falling snow as the young man glared at Afanasii who hissed his name darkly.


Shane grunted, “You are really starting to piss me off.” The tyrant said nothing as she raised her thick fist and started to charge him again. Shane backed up trying to reach for the magnum in his belt only to feel nothing there. Shane dodged Afanasii’s fist by inches, the thick layer of snow on the ground hindering his movements but it wasn’t doing much to slow his attacker down.


Searching for something to slow the tyrant down or even see where he dropped his magnum Shane glanced where the soldiers he crushed against the wall were laying and spotted a semi automatic pistol. Shane ran through the heavy snow towards the weapon as the tyrant gave chase. Shane grabbed the gun and jumped aside as Afanasii’s momentum prevented her from stopping as she slammed hard into the stone wall cracking the weather worn masonry. Growling the tyrant turned towards Shane who was already running away from her.


Shane ran towards and a long abandoned truck trailer that was rusting in front of one of the loading bay doors. Ducking beneath the rusting hulk Shane quickly checked the gun and saw that it was fully loaded. Looking up he saw Afanasii walking steadily towards his hiding spot. Shane moved farther under the trailer and scanned the ground behind the tyrant hoping to see where he dropped his magnum.


Afanasii stopped in front of the trailer and gripped her powerful hands on the rusty undercarriage of the trailer; her black fingernails scrapped the metal as she lifted the groaning metal frame as she started to force it up off the ground. Shane was sure she was either going to flip the trailer over to get at him or drop it on him or crush him. Either way he wasn’t going to stick around and find out.


Shane sprinted out from under the trailer but again the snow hindered his speed giving Afanasii enough time to drop the trailer and grab him by his baggy sweater. Shane screamed as the powerful arm threw him she threw across the loading bay area into the cold wire fencing surrounding the outside generator shack for the hospital.


Shane groaned, “You must really love tossing me around like a toy.” As he coughed Shane got up but despite the pain and numbing cold he was smiling. Afanasii threw him farther than she expected and up hill from the ramp. Even with her stride the terrain and distance was working against her now. Shane looked around seeing a door to his right with a flickering light above it sporadically illuminating the darkness around it.


Shane sprinted through the falling snow toward the door as Afanasii yelled his name and thundered up the incline after him. Shane shouted back at her, “Catch me if you can loser!”


Chuckling Shane ran full speed into the door ramming it in. He then slammed the door shut behind him and ran down the musty hallway he now found himself in. The hallway was dimly lit and had doors connecting to patient rooms as far as he could see up the hall before it ended in another door with a hallway on either side of it.


Shane stopped in front of a door halfway up the hall he was in, ripped a part of his tattered sweater off and threw it up the hallway away from himself. He then gripped the knob on the door and forced his way inside with a quick shoulder ram. Quickly shutting the door behind him Shane saw he was in a patient room with two old style hospital beds still covered in their sheets and winter blankets. It looked like this room hadn’t been touched in ages.


Shane ran and slid behind the bed next to the curtained windows and ducked down as he heard Afanasii ramming the door in the hallway so hard that it and part of the wall came crashing into the hallway outside the room. Her heavy boots crushed the broken masonry beneath their thick heels as she slowly walked into the hallway. Shane was freezing and forced himself to stop shivering as he listened to her slowly move down the hallway. When he heard the boots thud outside the room he was in he caught his breath and took quiet slow breaths as she moved slowly by.

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R.E.S.S. 2 ch9 pt6

Shane’s nose was running and he was breathing in musty dust filled air which only seemed to make it worse. He wiped his nose on his sleeve and then held his sleeve up to his nose to stifle a sneeze he felt a tingling in his nose. Shane closed his eyes and tried not thinking about it as he heard the tyrant walking further down the hall away from the room when she suddenly stopped. Shane pressed his nose harder into his sleeve rubbing it and breathing through his mouth. From down the hall he heard Afanasii’s say his name and then the sound of her stomping down another hall until she was in, footsteps gradually faded away.


Shane finally allowed himself to relax knowing his bait tricked her into searching the rest of the hospital for him. Searching the room quietly Shane came across a flashlight in the end table between the two beds along with a bible and an unopened box of tissues. Shane stuffed two balled up pieces of tissue up his nostrils and went over to the closet. Stepping inside he shut the door and turned the flashlight on. This way the light wouldn’t give him away if someone happened to glance at the windows or under the door.


Inside the closet Shane saw two empty wire hangers pushed to the far side of the rack, a dark blue and black pinstriped suit jacket with a matching pair of dark blue and black slacks folded neatly on the shelf above it along with some old towels and a dark blue fedora with a black band.


Next to the suit was an old hospital gown, a scuffed green suitcase and a pair of blue plaid slippers. Shane fished into his pocked checked the map he had of the hospital. According to the map he was in the old people’s ward of the hospital.


Squatting down with the flashlight gripped in his teeth Shane quietly unbuckled the clasps on the old green suitcase and opened it. Inside were three neatly folded white buttons down shirts, a black silk vest, a black and blue striped silk tie, an empty silver whisky flask and a silver Zippo lighter with a fire breathing dragon etched into it.


Shane looked at what was left of his outfit and realized he needed a change of clothes desperately and the clothing in here looked to be about his size. Shane stripped down inside the closet and started getting dressed. All he thought of when he was down to his underwear and socks was, “Oh God, please don’t let that goddamn monster find me like this.”

After he was dressed Shane put the fedora on his head and pulled his boots back on. Shane looked himself over in the full length mirror on the inside of the closet door and smiled tipping the fedora back on his head slightly with one finger. Sure it was a bit baggy and he looked like he was a refugee from a 1930s gangster movie but it was a shitload better than freezing his ass off with what was left of his disgusting blood caked clothes. And he had to admit he did look good in these colors.


(Artwork by wondermanrules: )

Shane snapped out of admiring himself and got back to business. He took the dragon lighter and flask in case he came across some water he could fill it with. He then took the things he needed from his tattered stained jeans and stuffed them in his suit jacket, vest and slacks.


Scanning the map once again he saw that he was a little ways from the stairs. He thought of and then immediately dismissed trying the elevator that was closer to where he was. So far he hadn’t been having the best of luck with them and he wasn’t going to risk falling into another body pile or being trapped in a space that small with an angry tyrant or lord knows what else that might be out there in the hospital looking to make a meal out of him.


Shane knew he had to take the stairwell, there was really no choice. He thought, “I really hate this job...” as he sighed, shook moved his head to side cracking his stiff neck and shut the flashlight off. In the mirror all he could see was the faint red glow of his eyes. Shane pinched the bridge of his nose and thought to himself, “Come on man, you can do this! You have to get upstairs, you have to stop Nicholai and you have to get your equipment. You have to get your phone…” He thought opening his eyes again while nodding to himself. “Let’s show these assholes what a Wesker is made of.”


'The screams, the shouts, the pain, the nightmares...they'll never leave me, that asylum will never leave me...I suffer from it every passing night...what does Umbrella want of me?' - Shane Burns

November 4, 2012 at 6:01 PM Flag Quote & Reply

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Hm, I'd like to see Shane with his Fedora. Another fun commission for wondermanrules, eh?
Btw: there have been a few more Shane pics from wonderman, shall I try and upload them here again? Please let me know if you want a picture in a specific place ...


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November 15, 2012 at 8:35 AM Flag Quote & Reply

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I'm thinking of commissioning him about Shane and his new look. :) Course he's no open till after Christmas, hopefully I'll have money by then, going to have him do another comic scene that happens either in the next chapter or one following after it. 

On my dA page are those commission Wonder did, they're in order if you wanna try putting them into the story or something. I wouldn't mind. :D Course, Shane and his lover one and Shane Rising (could be for the start of Part 2), I have to figure out where to put the lover one.


'The screams, the shouts, the pain, the nightmares...they'll never leave me, that asylum will never leave me...I suffer from it every passing night...what does Umbrella want of me?' - Shane Burns

November 16, 2012 at 5:42 PM Flag Quote & Reply

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Wouldn't mind if the Resident Evil team of Capcom gave this a read, been talking to D.C. Douglas, he said he wouldn't mind reading it when he had the time. Two things I would like to happen: D.C. Douglas reading it and liking it a lot. - and Capcom wanting this to be part of the RE game franchies. 

But I have a problem with Sherry in this story, as much as I am staying true to the elements and main story progressions of the Resident Evil games. Sherry's role was unknown and was 'in our care' (Wesker's) according to the Wesker Reports (which are now considered non-canon), Sherry was taken by the US Government and turned into an agent as seen in RE6. 

So with this, I didn't know it was Sherry in RE6 till it was proven, I already had her in the story, so the issue is: What should I do with Sherry? Is she a genetic copy of Sherry Birkin that Wesker had collected in order to give comfort to Shane with someone familiar?

I don't know, a friend suggested just to go with 'this is your fic, go with what you feel, say it's an alternate universe of RE.' but I feel wrong doing that since R.E.S.S. is meant to be one of the 'true feel of RE' as in 'not going over board', you know what I mean right?

So readers, what should I do with the Sherry Birkin in Part 2?

November 17, 2012 at 3:24 AM Flag Quote & Reply

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Will see to the pictures soon ...

As for Sherry: to say the truth I'm still kinda clinging to the insane hope that the story of RE6 is just some weird cocaine induced nightmare from some alternative universe where everyone's raving mad. So please, by all means, stick to your original storyline. Don't try to adjust any of the characters. For all we know Capcom could do a 180 on us and rewrite the complete canon in RE7 anyway. Maybe then Jake Muller is actually Steve with amnesia and Sherry's presence has been just a figment of everyone's imagination. I wouldn't even be surprised if in RE7 Chris wakes up and states that RE6 has been a bad dream and he will never have a single drop of alcohol again.


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November 17, 2012 at 11:01 AM Flag Quote & Reply

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Hopefully, I won't change the storyline till something comes up with writing it. A lot of fans love the story as is since I've been going with the Wesker Report and lines of the series. Wesker having Steve's body, taking Sherry into his care, etc... hence why they appear in Part 2. Maybe the RE crew of Capcom will catch onto R.E.S.S. and say 'Perfect!' I would like to contact them with the story, cause it fills in a few missing gaps with the series and hidden things too.

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R.E.S.S. Part 2 Chapter 10


Nicholai scanned the monitors as his highly trained eyes scanned them for the slightest movement as he looked to the ones on his right seeing his men moving out as they had collected their samples and research that this forgotten building had collected. Closing his eyes, the old Russian found himself remembering the past, to that of 1998 when he went to the Raccoon City University and continued to do what he needed to do with U.B.C.S. and his duty for Umbrella who seemed to ignore him about his various warnings of betrayal and outbreaks, but that was ancient history as he looked at the monitors while his mind was still drifting a bit as he soon fixed his gaze to the monitor to his upper left seeing something odd.


He didn’t know what he was seeing from the grainy footage but it looked like a gangster from the 1930’s was walking the halls but the footage made the man vanish causing the Russian to shake his head thinking he was seeing things when in truth, it was Shane moving back upstairs once again. Tiredness loomed around Nicholai as a yawn managed to escaped him by accident as he shook his head at that before checking the time, “Almost time.” He said in his thick accent before pressing a single button on the vastness of buttons and gauges that littered before him in which controlled all of the monitors, this lonely button was to power down the entire building in a matter of a few minutes which would allow him to lock Shane inside, sadly the Russian felt he shouldn’t but the boy was becoming a pest to him and those samples he wanted to collect will be destroyed unless Afanasii managed to catch Shane, either alive or dead so he could have the samples he needed.


The boy had a rare blood type, he knew that well since Shane was the son of Albert Wesker and Alexia Ashford, he chuckled at that before fixing his gloves as his eyes looked down at the phone on the controls as he had tried getting the data from it but alas, some woman was on there telling him that he did not have access or was part of the Wesker line. This intrigued him greatly as to what Wesker had up his sleeve before he died, did he manage to keep his organization going through the use of an advanced A.I.? Or was that all of Shane’s work since he inherited all of what Wesker had before his passing? “One day.” Was all he said turning his attention to the window as he saw a sole figure in the hallway as the lights were flickering from the powering down of the hospital as the Russian was not fazed with that as he looked smug from Shane’s point of view at the end of the hallway.


Moving slowly, the young Wesker glared darkly as his eyes slowly started to glow more as Nicolai’s men soon appeared at the end of the hallway as Gennedy was there as well, all their laser sightings locked on the oncoming man as they saw the now blazing eyes moving toward them, a simple chuckle was heard from Nicholai as the men opened fire instantly onto the hallway as the Russian made his leave from the room as he headed to the stairs leading up to the roof where his helicopter was waiting.


Gennedy called for a cease fire as everyone reloaded yet Shane seemed unfazed as their flashlights soon came to life with flickering bulbs lacking decent lighting, their flashlights revealed a startling sight as Shane was holding a bulletproof glass fragment, the size of himself as he was smirking behind it, “Bet you all didn’t expect this.” He said, he was fortunate, earlier with all that rushing water from before managed to flood various areas on the floors in which he found this floating in a pile of disgusting trash and clothing, apparently discarded from the glass behind them as he soon moved forward like a charging bull making Gennedy grunt as he jumped out of the way just as he saw two of his comrades flatten into mush against the force of both glass on the wall and Shane’s makeshift shield. There was nothing to recognize them as Shane turned toward the down Russian who opened fire on him in which he easily avoided till he heard nothing but a clicking of the gun having run out of ammo, the others were getting up firing at him as they had to deal with the Wesker who was so swift and so agile as one was kicked out of a window and another kicked hard as he crashed into Gennedy who was getting up.


Afanasii was coming down the hallway now as Shane could hear her, adjusting his hat he turned towards the hallway opening as his eyes soon saw a trap that hadn’t been fully set making him smirk seeing it was a claymore, breaking the neck of one of Gennedy’s men trying to stab him; Shane used the body and grabbed the claymore as he stabbed it onto the body as he hurled it toward Afanasii who bashed it against the wall which was a foolish mistake as it exploded in fire and smoke as it caused her to tumble back as she collapsed to a knee while purple icor fell to the ground. Shane fixed his suit as he said, “Shouldn’t play catch dearie.” He said tipping his hat as he moved to the security control room door as he saw the key panel before smiling as he knew the code from before, grabbing the notes he had collected from waking up he saw the numbers and entered to code: 9830.


This was the only place in the building he had seen a code panel as the green light flickered to life unlocking the room as he moved inside swiftly seeing his kukris making him smile grabbing them before snagging his phone from the control panel as he soon saw on one of the monitors Nicholai getting onto his chopper outside! That made Shane curse as he turned toward the glass as Afanasii rammed right through it making him jump in his skin as his arms covered his face in protection, the tyrant was bleeding all over the place now as he moved around her while he hurried out. Around the room as there was only one set of stairs leading up now as he hurried up and out onto the roof while he was attaching the kukris to his belt as his eyes locked on the chopper taking off.


“Shit!” Shane snapped hurrying as he ran now to the edge of the roof and jumped as hard as he could through the air as his hands extended outward snagging onto the left landing skid causing the helicopter to jerk downward in his direction nearly causing him to lose his grip on the skid as he held on tightly realizing this was the most dumbest thing he was doing! He was over hundred feet from the ground, going over tree tops!


There were two other helicopters around the one Nicholai was in as he opened the door looking down at Shane holding on tightly as he shook his head, “So, you want to give yourself up?” He asked as Shane looked at him bitterly as Nicholai smirked devilishly as he spoke to the pilot in Russian as Shane felt the tops of the trees hitting against his legs now as a few tore at him while his hat flew off into the darkness from the speed of their flight as he looked forward seeing what they were doing making him hang on as tightly as possible, “You can surrender.” Nicholai said to him loudly. “I can use you.”


“Forget it!” Shane shouted before hearing a loud explosion as he turned his head back toward the hospital seeing flames rising upward into the snowy sky, lighting it up with reds and orange colors as it had exploded much like many other facilities belonging to Umbrella, but what Nicholai didn’t count on was that a few parts of the hospital managed to remain in contact. Attention from the blaze was adverted as the helicopter stared tactical movements to make Shane let go but he held on tightly till he heard a gun click making him looked up at Nicholai seeing a pistol aimed at him followed by a bang as he was shot causing him to lose his grip as another hard jerk of the helicopter caused Shane to fall.


The wind howled as pain encased Shane’s body once again as each branch of the trees tore at his clothes and flesh as his body fell like a stone through them. Sickening sounds of body colliding at such speeds against firm and frail branches, he plummeted toward the snow ground below as it was heard with a loud thump. The world seemed silent afterwards as things were still on the snowy forest floor before painful coughing was heard followed by a groan. Shane slowly pushed himself onto hands and knees as he slowly sat back holding his neck as he grunted feeling the bullet being pushed out as it popped into his hand with wetness behind it. “I fucking hate being shot...” He said as his vision pulsed from his head hurting, like a hammer had be hitting him for the past few minutes, fire blazing so far away but it could still be seen from the forest floor, but he wasn’t aware of the still danger he was in as Afanasii, who was still at the hospital, managed to survive the explosion.


The female tyrant, whose name meant ‘Immortal’, made her freedom from the rubble with strong pushes and stomps over the burning rubble as her chest was heaving hard inward and out as she was catching her breath before yelling loudly as her body was rushed hotly with power. Parts of her jacket was missing from the explosion and fire as she held her arms while her blood seeped swiftly from her injuries as they started to heal while her jacket sleeves were soon growing tighter against her growing arms caused by her first mutation. In pain her fingers crinkled like wicked witches as claws tore through her fingers as they glistened in the blazing fire around her as she looked like a new forged demon of Hell. Eyes were changing in color as they were turning redder by the second as the tearing of her jacket sleeves occurred as her once thing strong arms were now huge and muscular, panting and shouting out while her skin started to darken into a deep gray that certainly made her look more monster than human now as her mutation finally finish, her shouts and screams echoed in the forest causing her target to look in her direction as he was two miles from her but she still made him afraid.


Red eyes locked onto the three helicopters flying over the forest with brightly shining spot lights while encircling the forest allowed her to know the direction needed to get her target, she had not lost her sense to follow orders. Grunting as she shook off the tattered remains of her jacket sleeves, she moved toward the forest with her new mutated arms, ready to grab and rend Shane apart while she hissed his name over and over again.


Further up the path, Shane was still recovering from the fall but his regeneration factor could not aid him since he was suffering from exhaustion but he still couldn’t believe he survived the fall without getting killed or impaled, he did break a few ribs on the fall, he was glad for his gift Wesker injected him with. “Thanks Dad.” He whispered before seeing the spotlights getting too close to where he was as he got up with a stagger. His body ached badly, he could see why Wesker avoided physical conflict most of the time, and wasn’t as reckless like this. Sure Shane had his own way of dealing with things, hell; he was steadfast in making the world safer. “Stay with it Shane.” He said to himself as he tried to stay focused with the situation instead of his plans.


Limping he stayed close to any thick tree within range to stay hidden from the brightly shining lights, at times like this, he wished he had a sniper rifle. Leaning back against a tree while holding his right arm, he breathed painfully as his eyes closed, he had dislocated his shoulder in the fall and he didn’t notice it till he was walking. “Fuck.” He growled snapping his eyes open instantly as he heard his name being hissed loudly causing his blood to run cold. “Oh God...” He peeked around the tree, left and then right as he soon saw her in the weaving light as she looked like a demon coming toward him and nothing was going to stop her. His heart skipped a beat as he tried to get his body to feel the world as a light soon locked onto him blinding him which forced him to cover his face to look towards the helicopter, quickly he returned his attention to the female tyrant charging at him causing him to jump out of the way as her thick clawed fist destroyed the tree he had been leaning against sending splinters and large fragments flying through the air followed by snowfall but in Shane’s eyes he saw how pissed she was at him. “Fuck you!” He snapped at her before running from her as fast as possible in his current state, course with the light on him caused it harder for him to see what was coming in front of him since his eyes were adjusted to the bright light now.


It was like a nightmare that didn’t seem to end, endless darkness before him as a blood hungry monster was following him, much like the nightmares he used to have when he was a kid. Tripping hard over a root, the young man landed face first into the snow as he coughed and cursed, yelping instantly he felt a tight hand around his legs making him kick wildly as his hands clawed the snow and ground. The world moved so fast as the ground soon greeted him again as well as flying snow as he tumbled over and over upon the cold snow covered ground till his back collided with a tree, dizziness and pain flooded his body. Vision pulsing, fading in and out of the darkness and light, he saw her coming.


In the helicopter above, Nicholai watched his girl walking toward Shane; hands into fists as he smirked knowing Shane would die now but Gennedy asked him once before ‘Why kill him? He could be of use for you, sir.’ his mind went back to that moment back at the hospital when he and Gennedy talked just moments before Shane arrived. Shane had antibodies, the perfect genetics of two dead geniuses, he held Umbrella’s secrets to human perfection, and he held the mysterious virus that Wesker himself had inside his body. The young man was a great potential and a great weapon if brainwashed properly. “I want him alive.” He said on the radio to Afanasii as she stopped only for a moment to listen to her master. “Knock him out, do not kill him.” He ordered as she started moving toward Shane who was trying to get up.


He knew he had to move before she got hold of him again but things were hard as he was suffering greatly from her throwing him and that of falling from the helicopter, he never got much luck on these missions alone. He felt her one hand grip his shoulder tightly as her claws penetrated his flesh causing him to shout in pain which mad Nicholai smirk watching as his girl threw Shane aside hard causing the helpless man to tumble over and over through the snow as there as a flurry of it being thrown up when he finally landed nearly getting buried in the snow. He could not call out for help, for he was alone here and had nothing to help defend him self. Sure he had his kukris but he was too weak and too slow to even stand up let alone fight her in this condition unless he managed to find a way to catch this Tyrant off guard.


Afanasii moved toward him again as she flexed her thick muscular arms as her glowing red demon-like eyes stayed locked on the young man struggling to get up onto his feet, he looked at her panting a bit as he grunted forcing himself to stand and no hint of anger in those eyes at all, only pain as he breathed hard and trying to heal his ribs that threaten more and more to cause him to bleed internally from puncturing a lung. The snow clouds were slowly starting to show lighter in color more and more as the sun was rising, morning was coming fast as he had to think before limping to his right to get some distance from her as he used the trees to provide cover but she kept coming and soon she started moving quickly when she heard the sound of snow crunching at a faster pace and then and there she saw him running, he couldn’t move as fast but he was using his strength to keep going giving her a chance to give chase as he looked back cursing seeing her coming.


Turning his attention forward he shouted hitting a tree on his left hard causing it to break from the force as it started falling behind him leaving Afanasii to catch the tree as it was heading at her in turn, Nicholai grunted seeing that and kept the helicopter moving after Shane as their spotlights did not lose track of the fleeing man who ran with what strength he had. “Keep moving.” Shane panted as he groaned feeling the nearness of his body ready to collapse but he moved forward till he heard something cracking and groaning as his right foot sunk down into the snow suddenly he fell forward hitting the ground, the sound grew louder as he felt nothing under his right foot causing panic to race through his body and the more he struggled to get free the louder it became till he was clawing the snow as he fell down the hole into the darkness below, screaming all the way.


Afanasii reached the hole and eyed it carefully while peering down inside seeing nothing within, it was an old mine shaft, Nicholai got a pair of binoculars to look and saw the hole from where he was at way above and shook his head. “The poor boy fell to his death, a pity.” He announced on the radio. “Gennedy, collect Afanasii and return to base.” He ordered closing the door and sat down as they started to leave, mine shafts were unpredictable and most of the time they were fatal.


But that was not the case for Shane who hit the curves of the shaft and rocks as he fell from the hole landing into a roughly flowing river that had flooded the abandoned mine as he struggled to find a way out of the darkness and water, unable to see he hit countless rocks along the way till it finally spat him out into the cold wilderness of Canada.

December 7, 2012 at 4:38 AM Flag Quote & Reply

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.E.S.S. Part 2 Chapter 11


Snow falling, slowly and gracefully from the light gray clouds that moved above in the sky. The sun shining beyond them giving the world light of the morning but it did not stop the snowing. Slowly sounds of birds of winter started to sound in the cold Canadian forest, there was no wind now as the crunching of snow under pressure was heard. A lone figure walked through the snow, it was a hunter.


He was a tall man with deep brown eyes as was his skin, he had a gut on himself but one would not tell from looking at him from the front. Upon him he had a full gray beard, his deep blue flannel shirt kept him warm in this cold as it was under a blackish gray jacket which had once seen better days as did his blue jeans. On his head he wore an orange toboggan and brown mountain boots, he had a belt on his jeans to keep them up and grayish green gloves on his hands. Carrying with him was a Savage Model 110, he was hunting for anything in this coldness and early morning hours.


He did not know what ha happened in the forest a long distance away nor did he care, for he only cared about his hunting. Crouching down he examined a few fresh deer tracks in the snow, he said nothing standing up as he moved onward following next to the river that drained from an old mine. The water wasn’t too terrible and thankfully he had another source of water if he couldn’t use this one. Exhaling her rubbed his arms while listening to the sounds around him, silence but that of the flowing water.


Following along the river did he move at a slow pace, keeping his trained eyes out for movement but his attention was focused on something along the shore, caught up by a fallen tree’s thick branch. It looked like garbage but it was out of place hence why he moved toward it to investigate. “Some damn fool trying to get rid of their garbage.” He grumbled in his deep voice before stopping when he saw a hand and matted iced blonde hair. Nearly dropping his rifle the hunter moved back before looking around, it was a body.


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Moving toward the body he moved into the water only a bit to grab hold onto the torn and tattered coat, pulling the man ashore he was astonished finding it was a young man, setting down his rifle he checked for a pulse only to find a very weak one and slowly fading, it was Shane, he was freezing to death. Collecting his thoughts, the hunter looked around one more time before pulling Shane up and over his shoulder before collecting his rifle, “I’m getting too old for this.” The hunter said as he moved along slowly back through the forest, scaring a few deer and a large elk in the process, did he ever curse this timing.


It took him twenty minutes to reach his cabin that rested partly on a hill, it was designed to be on silts incase the river flooded, many would say it was like a swamp shack for the North. Climbing up the stairs made of old logs and soon onto the porch did he kick off the snow on his boots and entered into the warmth and safety of his home. Upon the walls were stuffing’s of fish and some game animals but also photos of looked like him and his family. Moving from the entrance away he went to the couch near the fireplace laying Shane down. He started to strip Shane of his weapons and clothing, the clothing looked simple to fix so the hunter placed them aside before leaving Shane’s side to get a warmer from a drawer in the kitchen, wrapping it up in a dish towel that had a chicken on it, he hurried back to Shane’s side and laid it on his chest before covering him up with his thick blankets.


There wasn’t much he could do besides keep him warm, the nearest hospital was too far away and would take hours to even get through this kind of snow where he was at; his truck had seen better days too. The hunter returned to what he could do and that was keeping Shane warm as best as he could, his medical training was of military standards but this was the first he ever found someone this far into hypothermia. Stuffing the fireplace again, he quickly got changed out of his coat and hat, boots removed as he hurried with some warm and dry clothing he had to spare. There was enough but most were patch worked but that didn’t matter, course, he had no underwear that would fit Shane.


It took longer than he wanted as he dressed Shane in the clothing, sighing he placed a hand against his head having completely forgot he had hot water bottles and got up to fill them up, from memory he knew he needed to keep Shane’s chest warm and to not cause the cold blood to go back into his chest till he was heated up again. “John, you need to keep him warm.” He said to himself before looking at the water bottle he was filling up with warm water. “First person I’ve seen out here in five years.” He told shutting the water off and carried it back to Shane. “You’re lucky I found you boy.” He said lifting the blanket up, sealing the bottle he laid it on Shane’s groin before covering him up again to fill the last water bottle he had in his home. He never thought he would use them but they were now saving a life.


The final touch he did for Shane was dry his head and hair before slipping on a rabbit fur hat, John smiled knowing all this would help. If the man died he would still have to get to town or put the body in the snow till he’s able to leave, that however would draw a lot of attention that he did not need. Checking him over, John left Shane to rest as he went back into the kitchen to make himself a sandwich, there he would look over Shane’s clothes. He found the items in the pockets not in bad condition, the herbs were soggy but he would use them in a warm brew he would have Shane drink later.


The weapons that he took made him think of Vietnam, he served in the medical core during the war and had seen many things that even he wished at times he didn’t remember. How many young men he could not save, so many crying out for their mothers. Those made him think of his son who was serving in the Marine Corp back in the States. They kept in contact with a few letters a year, but recently he hadn’t gotten any. The chair he slowly sat on creaked as he sighed, so many years put into the lumber mill he worked at for thirty years, life was overly good till his wife died.


Slowly his rich eyes fell onto an old photo hanging on the wall in the kitchen of a young African-American girl looking at him while holding a handful of roses. He smiled remembering that day he asked her out, he took that very photo on their first date, he never expected her in saying she wanted to marry him. He missed her, that was clear but he continued to live on in their dream home here in the woods of Canada. Their son didn’t like the idea since it was in such a remote area, if something happened; only a few people at the post office would notice it.

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Rocking gently in the rocking chair that he sat on, he watched Shane resting away while having small shakes now and then. John ate his sandwich slowly while the chair creaked lightly and the fire continued to its dance in the fireplace; the warm light shimmering on the young man’s face as he continued to warm up while his savior watched over him. The man was John Joneson, an African-American who served during Vietnam and survived its horrors and married the girl he fell in love with. At times he found himself drifting back into his memories of the terrors he saw then; back in the jungles of Vietnam. 

Crackling the fireplace went, his eyes watching it as he gently rocked in his old worn rocking chair, enjoying the warmth but didn’t acknowledge it since his mind was somewhere else. The plate was empty and so was his glass of water that rested near an old green water pitcher on the small coffee table between him and the couch upon which the young man he had saved was resting, warming up slowly from his hypothermia. John couldn’t get to town with the weather being like this, his truck wouldn’t be able to get out of the spot it was currently located anyway.


Medical experience was being put to the test as the veteran rocked; morning crept along slowly like the fire that burned in the fireplace. He was only drawn out of his thoughts when his old grandfather clock chimed lowly at the hour. 9 AM. John hadn’t realized how long he had been sitting there lost in his memories, rising from his chair he moved to the wood rack next to the fire place and grabbed a log, tossing it into the fireplace he turned around to look at Shane sleeping away. “Poor kid could be in a coma for all I know.” He grumbled rubbing his beard and soon he removed the blanket, too the hot water bottles, drained, refilled and returned.


There was color returning slowly to the young man’s face and that was a good sign, but he knew it would take time till anything truly positive would happen. A hot bath would help but John didn’t want to risk it now since Shane was starting to warm up again, he couldn’t leave him here alone either and that scrapped his day of hunting. “You’re lucky today.” He said moving to a window looking outside was the frozen forest and falling snow from the gray snow clouds. “I could take a nap...” He mumbled moving from the fireplace and across the room to another door that was near his office desk that held mail and a few books, there was paper and pencils too for him to write. Smiling for a moment, he looked at the old yellow toy duck doll on the upper part of the desk, it belonged to his son when he was a baby and grew up loving that till he felt too old for it. “Kid loved that toy.” He whispered turning off the desk light, checking the tack board next to the desk for his list of things to do, he retired through the door into the bedroom where he laid down on the queen size bed and there he took a nap.


Hours passed when the old man woke up again, he yawned loudly before looking at the alarm clock on the dresser seeing it was a quarter passed noon making him grumble getting up from his soft bed to check on the young man. Still there on the couch, still alive and breathing, more color in the skin, looking warmer too. That was a relief for him tossing another log into the fire, there wasn’t much he could do here so he left the room to his work shop outside.


The snow crunched under his feet as the world was of silence and stillness, he enjoyed that but there were at times he missed his wife, she loved winter. Walking past his old beat-up truck he reached the shed, it didn’t have much heating in it, even though it did have a heat vent from the house leading to it. Unlocking the door he went inside and closed the metal door behind himself, walking to the ceiling light that had a cord hanging from it, he pulled it as the room lit up a bit more for him to see. The old work bench was littered with tools and scrap metal he had been using to fix his truck with, next to it was the tool cabinet of which he opened up and rummaged through till he found a hammer and chisel. John did a lot of repairs himself instead of going to a garage, better yet he even made his own furniture as the old war vet turned toward the other work station he had that held a half finished hand crafted wooden chair and a terrible rough sketch of what it would look like when he was done.


Working away he did, he had worked a good two weeks on this chair and he needed to finish it. He couldn’t leave the house though, he had to make sure the young man would survive, even if he had no idea what the kid’s name was. So he would work and tend to the boy, he would do this for the next few days and hopefully soon, he wouldn’t have to clean after Shane.

December 26, 2012 at 2:43 AM Flag Quote & Reply

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I'm sorry for the long delay in posting the next chapter, finishing up a story commission that was taking my time away from R.E.S.S.

February 4, 2013 at 12:57 PM Flag Quote & Reply

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Heh, no problem. It's amazing that you can find the time at all.

Those were good chapters, I always like to hear from Nicholai and Afanasii and what evil deeds they're up to :-)


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February 8, 2013 at 1:24 AM Flag Quote & Reply

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Same here, I love those two. I really need to get some work done of them. :) Working on the new chapter, hopefully soon will be posted.


'The screams, the shouts, the pain, the nightmares...they'll never leave me, that asylum will never leave me...I suffer from it every passing night...what does Umbrella want of me?' - Shane Burns

February 20, 2013 at 10:08 PM Flag Quote & Reply

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-Chapter 12

A week later…


It had been a week since Shane left for Canada and the last time Black Queen heard from him as well, Sherry was getting worried and so was Steve. They weren’t able to get hold of him let alone find him on the satellite, they feared the worse yet Sherry told Steve they would carry on and keep doing what they were doing. Living and working on cures. Sure Shane wanted to carry out Wesker’s legacy but there were things needed to be done too and one of them was having cures in case some fool caused another viral outbreak.

Back in Canada…

John rocked on his old rocking chair stringing a few chords on his guitar; he had to smile as he hummed softly listening to the music he was making. He always fancied guitars since he was in the service, one of his war buddies had one and would play it when they weren’t on duty or being shot at by the VC. So many good times he had during the war too with his fellows back in his platoon, he always called his bud ‘Ole Rick Harris’, it was a nickname that stuck to that medic till he died of cancer caused by agent orange that was used.

The vet sighed now, he remembered tending to the funeral, his old war buddy had lived a good life teaching kids and teens, even adults how to play the guitar. For John, he was learning in memory of his close friend. He needed to practice since he had been tending Shane and working in his shed, he wanted to at least be able to finish playing one song sheet before doing anything else but that was short lived when he heard Shane groan. The first sign of active life in a week!

Setting the guitar against the coffee table, John rose from his chair and moved to the young man that was barely conscious now, eyes were partly open but he wasn’t fully there. He couldn’t speak and John gave him a drink of water to help him, that’s what he wanted and the vet went to work checking him over. The eyes startled him but he did raise a brow at how strange they were and the thought of contacts flew out of the window when those silted pupils reacted to light. “Such strange times these are.” He mumbled before asking, “Can you try talking?” as he watched the young man try to voice himself only to slip back into darkness again. “Rest son, you’ve been through a lot.”

This improvement relaxed John greatly, Shane was coming to life even if his body was in a poor state and his mind lost in the shadows of darkness and hypothermia. Feeding Shane was a hard time but liquid food like tomato soup did help since he was able to get Shane to swallow for him. In time he would get to know this young stranger recovering on his couch.

Heading into the kitchen, John found himself looking at the photo of his late wife and sigh, “I hope I can save him.” He whispered before going to work washing the dishes before doing anything else since going to town wouldn’t be possible till there was a break in this weather. Drying his hands he moved to the window looking outside at the falling snow and rubbed his arms a bit, so cold and so still it was out there yet what was the young man doing out there? That question pounded his mind for many hours yet he could get no answer and he had his own theory that Shane was dumped.

Grabbing his coat and toboggan he checked on Shane one more time before heading outside to his workshop to continue with his work, only a small few hours passed when he returned and removed his coat and boots, hanging up his toboggan he coughed. A hot bath sounded perfect but he would have to take a shower instead since Shane needed tended to and he looked over at him when he heard a cough and a shaky inhale which made him hurry over to check on him.

John’s voice broke Shane’s musings when he said concerned, “Son, can you hear me?” as he watched Shane carefully and soon leaned in to hear a faint raspy voice. “Cold…yeah, I hear you.” He said smiling, the word Shane rasped was ‘cold’, and the first word he heard since finding him and he was relieved. “You’ll be fine son, once you’ve recovered enough you will open your eyes and see me.”

Leaving Shane, John went to his room getting some fresh clothes and his dirty ones to wash, heading to the bathroom he started the laundry and soon was in the shower unaware of Shane opening his eyes weakly before groaning a bit, “…so cold…” He whispered before coughing, he felt like a train hit him head on and he survived it.

Coughing again he could hear the crackling of the burning wood and that of the washing machine running over the sounds of a hot shower being in use. “Where am I?” He slowly sat up but to lay down again feeling so stiff, the last thing he could recall was falling down that mineshaft. “Still alive...” He said yawning now instead of coughing but a cough did escape. Managing to sit up he looked around before finally putting his feet onto the floor as he noticed his clothing was different and his feet resting on a deer skin rug.

“How long have I been out cold?” Shane wondered before he stood up wrapping himself up in the blanket watching the fire. Shane’s eyes moved about the room and then outside as he saw it the sky was getting dark as the sun set. This forced Shane to move towards the window and look out at the falling snow and a chill ran up his spine. “Nicholai could still be out there.” The thought hit him with a jolt. “That bitch too….” Turning his head he saw a calendar and moved to it briskly and seeing the date he was dumbfounded as he stammered,” No… no way… It’s been a week since that day? What happened?”

Shane tried to figure that out as his mind retraced to that dangerous chase and then the ground giving out that lead to total darkness. “Thank you Dad.” He whispered now raising his head and closed his eyes, if it hadn’t been for Albert Wesker giving him the same virus, Shane would have died twice in one year. Exploring this large room he saw many things of the occupant that lived here, each item described the man since there were very little of woman being seen here.

Hearing a door open, Shane turned his head quickly as freshly clothed John came out of the bathroom and the two made eye contact. The war vet just stared at him and Shane of he, both didn’t move an inch before John spoke, “Glad to see you on your feet, son.” Shane didn’t know how to respond so he nodded to him quickly. John asked concerned but half joking, “Are you able to talk boy or is your tongue still frozen?”

Shane smiled weakly, “Sorry sir.” Shane took a breath to keep his cool and said calmly, “Thank you. Did you find me?” He asked seeing John nodding before moving to him to check him over again. “Thank you… I honestly don’t remember too much, I fell down a mineshaft and I must have gotten swept away at the bottom.”

John spoke as he checked a bruise on Shane’s head, “The mine shaft entrance is about a mile from here, you are a lucky son of a gun that I was out hunting and happened to spot you out there.” John looked him in the eyes. “You were already sufferin’ from hypothermia and early frostbite. If I came minutes later I would have never seen you and you would a been frozen solid.”

Shane said, “You saved my life; I thank you for that sir.”, while he rubbed the spot where John was examining him so intently only to flinch from the pain. Though he didn’t remember much after the fall, he knew he would be alright. “I owe you for this; I’ll give you anything you want.” He said only see and hear John chuckle at that and with a simple headshake the man was alright with Shane just being alive.

After a while, Shane was given a towel and fresh clothing to change into when he was done with his shower. Though it was generous, he was uncomfortable with the thought of wearing someone else’s underwear but he had no choice in the matter considering his were still in the wash. Thanking John again did he whisk away to the bathroom and listened to the washer running before collecting himself.

He was till in Canada, where exactly was unknown until he was able to escape this winter wonderland and get to town, from there find a way to get to an airport, he had to get to Germany before Nicholai did anything with t-M. The thoughts of those blasted creatures plagued Shane’s mind, how many could still be out there now since the hospital exploded….and that tyrant? Mutated, she had mutated and came after him like a demon out of hell; goose bumps crept quickly up his body sending terrible chills through him while his mind reflected on the memory of her. He failed getting any samples and his phone was missing, fingers were crossed that Black Queen made a copy. Calming down as he took a few deep relaxing breaths did he finally face himself in the mirror that showed how terrible he looked. Shaggy and messy, his eyes a bit stained by stress and that of the endless void that nearly claimed him.

This was the second time he faced death, the first was when his father killed him to be reborn. But the thing was Shane could hardly remember what it was like in the after life. He knew he saw his mother, Sofia, there. He still saw her as his mother, not Alexia Ashford for many reasons he would not call her mother and one of them was because he did not know her. She was an interesting woman, a child genius like he was and she was the creator of the Veronica virus, the images provided of her made him feel that he wished she wasn’t dead. There were so many questions he could have asked her if he had known her, and with the death year date on her was 1998, he wouldn’t have ever met her anyway.

So many things couldn’t be changed, if by some miracle that a time machine was invented in his life time, he would gladly use it and see those he never got to meet. He met Spencer once before when he was a little kid, he never realized who the old man was till he asked Sophia who he was when he was older. “...can’t change the past.” He whispered accepting the things for what they were while getting him self sorted out as he finally got into the shower feeling the hot water rushing over him in great easing waves of heat to ease his body through the stress plaguing his entire mind and body.

This man, John, saved him and for that much he owed him his life and from what he saw, this man was alone. Either a widow or divorced but he had a feeling John was a widow; poor guy was a great man who did his own thing and was alone out here in the forest and land of snow. There was so much Shane could learn while being trapped out here, tips and tricks that John could show him and how to be a better leader.


'The screams, the shouts, the pain, the nightmares...they'll never leave me, that asylum will never leave me...I suffer from it every passing night...what does Umbrella want of me?' - Shane Burns

April 26, 2013 at 2:36 PM Flag Quote & Reply

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Sorry for no new chapters yet, been having writers block but I'm getting around it with music. There will be more artworks included and I hope you all are loving the story and visiuals! :D


'The screams, the shouts, the pain, the nightmares...they'll never leave me, that asylum will never leave me...I suffer from it every passing night...what does Umbrella want of me?' - Shane Burns

September 14, 2013 at 3:38 PM Flag Quote & Reply

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