The Nightmare Begins
Entering the hall, I froze at the sight of Chris backing away from a walking corpse; this is a T-virus outbreak. Seeing Chris struggle when the zombie grabbed him, I broke out of my trance and rushed to his side, stabbing the zombie in the temple with my dagger.
Once the creature fell to the floor, I turned to Chris and asked, "Are you okay?" as my hands trembled when I went to retrieve my dagger. "Yeah, are you? You're shaking 'Nite, do you know what that was?" Chris questioned, pulling me into his arms and stroking my hair to ensure I was okay.
"Yes, I'm fine, and I do know what that was. Though I wish it weren't as I suspected." I said softly after a few minutes had passed and pulled away from Chris to inspect the body of Kenneth, a sigh escaping me once I confirmed he was dead.
Chris joined me kneeling beside Kenneth when he spotted something in the dead man's hand, reaching out and taking it to reveal a cassette tape for a surveillance camera. "What is this?" he asked, looking to me causing me to raise a brow in question, I was unsure if he was referring to the tape or what the creature that attacked him was.
When Chris saw my look, he clarified as he slipped the tape into my pack, "The creature there, those dogs, this mansion, what is going on. What do you know, sis?"
Taking a deep breath, I began to explain, "I don't know about this mansion, but the other two? The Umbrella Corporation isn't as benevolent as it portrays; they deal with illegal experimentation in bioweaponry, such as viruses and plagues. In this case, I am quite familiar with the virus that caused this mess," I paused to gather my thoughts, and Chris waited, most likely noticing from my tone I was uncomfortable.
"The virus is called the T-virus, short for Tyrant-Virus, Umbrella created it for some reason, I think it was at first good, but the weapon capabilities were too enticing. As for how I know about this...." I trailed, standing and walking away from Chris to look out the window looking at him through the reflection.
"I know more about the virus than most because I was an Umbrella experiment concerning this virus. That was my life from the time I was two until I was six; I was six when daddy took me away. They infected me with the T-virus, and I alone out of 34 test subjects survived the infection. Instead of killing me or turning me into a monster, the virus bonded itself to my D.N.A. It's why I'm so smart, fast, and strong." I finished as I returned to Kenneth and gently drove my dagger into his skull.
"It's why my hair is white, and my eye is red. Now, aim for the head, and if you are infected, there is no cure that I know of, so don't get bit." I told Chris, raising my gaze to meet him for the first time since I started talking.
Chris's eyes were wide with disbelief but not revolution making me relax. This action caused his gaze to soften as he placed a hand on my shoulder and spoke, "'Nite, I'd never reject you. You're my little sis." he smiled before a frown formed. "Do you think Wesker knows? And what about his story about him moving to Raccoon to get away?"
"I don't know Chris; I hope not because that means he knowingly sent Bravo to their deaths. As for that story, when we first came to Raccoon, it was because he was an Umbrella agent assigned to infiltrate the R.P.D., he saved me from the labs because I had outlived my purpose and he didn't want to see me destroyed. He knew about me because he was one of the twenty scientists who performed the experiments. But daddy told me six years ago he was done with Umbrella after he began forming S.T.A.R.S." I said with a frown, not seeing Chris do a double-take.
"He experimented on you?" Chris exclaimed incredulously, making me laugh. "It's all right Chris, and he never did like doing so after I somehow wormed my way into his heart," Chris grumbled at that, muttering that he and daddy were going to have a long talk later before he stood up and said, "Let's go report to Wesker. You can ask him then."
"Yeah, time to face the dragon." I joked, making him laugh; it wasn't that far off.