Resident Evil Neurosis

Disclaimers: I do not own Resident Evil or Harry Potter they are the sole property of Capcom/J.K. Rowling and other affiliated companies. Except for the characters I created.

This chapter is solely Rebecca's P.O.V. as she begins to make her way throughout the train. For those who are wandering how I know so much about resident evil, it is because I have spent a great deal of time researching all the games and characters via cheatcodes so let me give out a shout-out to Alasdair Lo, without his cheatcodes I wouldn't be able to remember all the items and weapons. Any now that is done away we go.

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Previously on Resident Evil Neurosis:

The door suddenly shuts.

Rebecca quickly ran to the door pulling on it to no avail.

"Sirius, Sirius please…." Rebecca pleaded her only response was a similar pounding from the other side of the train door.

Turning around Rebecca slowly made her way towards the seats in front of her seeing nothing but darkness. Rebecca slowly began to make her way towards the end of the dark car. Pulling on the handle she sighed in relief at the more brightly lit car.

"Ahhh!" someone suddenly moaned.

"Is some….someone there?" She stuttered out fearfully. 'Please let it not be the deranged mass murder…or the rapid dogs, gulp'

Shaking herself out of her stance she step a little closer and said in a much clearer voice 'one she hoped held some confidence'.

"This is Officer Rebecca Chamber from Bravo team. Please identify yourself, is there someone …."

She stared at the ground where a radio begun to play the local news, sighing to herself she took a deep breath and begun to compose herself.

'It was just the radio, Becky. Nothing else…..'

Bending down Rebecca picked up the radio and turned it off.

"Ahhh!" Turning around Rebecca was greeted by the sight of one of the passengers rising to his feet and walking towards her.


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Pulling out her gun she held it towards the slowly moving man.

"Sir, please identify yourself sir. Sir I repeat ident…Ahhh." Rebecca screamed out as the man suddenly lunged towards her. Holding his arms above her, the deranged man tried to bite at her.

'What the hell is going on here?'

Grunting Rebecca tossed the man to the ground and pointed her gun towards his now prone form.

"Ahhh!"


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"Sir please stay down I don't want to shoot you!" She yelled in fear.

Bang!Bang!

Rebecca shot him point blank twice in his chest.

She couldn't help but to sigh in relief when the man did not rise to his feet, again.

"Shit Becca!" A voice shouted out.

Rebecca jumped in fear at voice that suddenly broke through the dimly lit car.

Looking for the source she was happily to note that her radio was blinking. Pulling it out of its carrier she quickly replied, "I'm okay."

"I heard gunshots. What the hell is going on in there?" Sirius asked through the static.

"One of the survivors became rapid they were probably bitten by the rapid dogs." Rebecca quickly answered not really sure that was the truth.

After a few moments she heard Sirius order in a strained voice, "Okay continue on with your search I'll go find the others okay."

"Roger that."

"Be careful." Sirius worriedly whispered, before the radio went out.

"Ahhh!"


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"Ahhh!"

Turning around Rebecca was greeted with the image of two more of the passengers rising up towards her.

"Ahhh!"

Rebecca body froze at the close proximity of the sound, turning her head slowly around she saw the form of the man she had just shot.

"What the…..ahhh!" Rebecca screeched out as the man lunged towards here. Holding his body at bay, she stared in wide horror as the man attempted to gnaw at her face.

"Uggffh…I…I don't think so!" Rebecca replied as she through the man over her shoulders to the other side. 'Thank you Sergeant Sirius' she happily thought.

Pulling out her side piece she recalled what her commanding officer had told her during basic training.


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Flashback Begins

"There's is no such thing as a righteous kill, that's bullshit. It's nothing more but a symbolic gesture used by the higher ups, to differentiate what they feel is their divine right from what is actually right. In this line of business you must always be aware that the person you are hunting is not poorly armed in defense and offense. He gets up you shoot him in the head and if you see him twitch in the slightest you empty out another bullet and another and so forth till you are very much assured he is no longer in the land of the living."

"Yes sir."

"Rebecca I haven't known you for that long but from what I can tell is that despite your significant IQ status, which by the way is lower than mines. You are an immature, inexperience, child-like, and a bit too eager for a career in S.T.A.R.S. Hey I like you, your…ahhh sweet. Your eagerness is really good if you were like working at K-Mart, but being curious at times can be a deciding factor in whether you live or not. You have to remain calm, evaluate what you've witness piece together all the clues and items you may find during your mission. The items may see miscellaneous to you but the fact is that they can be of great help in completing your objectives perfectly, like me. You see Bravo team has a zero percent casualty report, and that's just us. When we go in we carry out our objectives quickly and efficiently. You're in a whole new frontier Becky you can either kill your aggressor or listen to your conscience and allow yourself to be killed and/or harmed. But remember your decision effects more than just your life."

Flashback Ends


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Backing up slowly towards the seats Rebecca begun to open fire at the passenger's lanky forms. Aiming upwards towards their head Rebecca shot continually, till the all so familiar clicking of her Beretta M92F told her that she was out of bullets.

Breathing heavily Rebecca stared at the now "dead" (if you could even call them that) forms of the train passengers sprawled across the floor.

"Okay their dead."

"Ahhh!"

'Uhhh! Maybe not.' Rebecca thought, turning around she quickly fled through the sliding door at the end of car.


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As Rebecca ran through the doors she was greeted by the sight of an empty hallway and two adjacent cabins. Making her way slowly towards the first she read the number out loud to herself.

"Room 202; let's just hope there are no surprises waiting for me."

Opening the door very slowly, Rebecca kept her gun in a ready position. Just in case one of the passengers ran rampant, again.

The room was neat, she noted.

"Oh my god!" Rebecca gasped at the sight of the man lying on his stomach in the bottom half of the bunk bed. His hands were outstretched and he seemed to be holding onto something.

Gulping Rebecca carefully mad her way towards the otherwise "dead" bending down she carefully extracted the paper that was held so tightly in his hands.

'Huh! Okay I got it'

The man's hand suddenly fell onto the floor with a loud thump.

Screaming Rebecca jumped in fright and begun to fire her weapon, not even stopping when her weapon began to click sporadically.

Leaning down Rebecca slowly began to breath; a glint of green caught her attention from the corner of her eyes. Standing up she saw a plant resting comfortably at the corner of the beds.

'Don't these idiots know that plants need sunshine' Rebecca angrily thought as she made her way towards the sun-deprived plant, bending down she placed it in her arms. And could barley hide her gasp of contentment at the sight of it.

'A green herb'

Turning to the now bullet ridden corpse she asked in a mocking voice, "Excuse me sir do you mind if I take this plant?"

"Oh no my dear it is all your." She answered in a male voice

"Thank you sir, S.T.A.R.S. applauds your kind gesture." She said, as she gave the deceased man a salute.

Turning around she made her way through the door. Once outside Rebecca opened her medic case and proceeded to convert the plant into an adequate healing supplement. She rocked back on her knees and waited for the resound ding to alert her of the medicine completion.

Looking around she couldn't help but to note how artistically crafted this train was, despite all its inhabitants. Whoever owned this train was rich, really rich. Speaking of inhabitants, with a gasp Rebecca remembered scrap of paper she had removed from the man's hands. Pulling it out of her pocket she began to read its contents.

8 miles north of Raccoon City, in the Arklay Mountains, lies our comp ny's

Management Training facility.

It was shut down years ag .

Now, w are conducting a preliminary tudy into the re-opening of the facilities.

First Investigation Unit is alre dy on-site and opening th investigat

ation., I want yo r team to provide suppo t.

The following orders re Will m Bark and 1s I ves gat o Un t.

She reeled back in shock at the illegibility of the paper; it was heavily stained with blood and ripped. But from what she could make out from it was that the train inhabitants were being transported to some facility hidden in the mountains. This mission was not what it first seemed, and she just knew that both Sirius and Enrico would be very interested in reading this paper. Hiding here glee at finding such a valuable clue, Rebecca stuffed the paper into her back pocket before making her way towards the next cabin.

Papers were strewn across the table by the window. And there was a huge stain on the floor that look to be…..blood. Rebecca shuddered as she begun to wonder just how that stain came to be. The bunk beds look as though they were recently slept in and were now littered with suitcases, books and documents. Bending down she lifted a scrap of paper from the bed she begun to read it.

July 14th

Orders came from the boss today. Looks like

we're in charge of investigating the remains

of the Arklay Mountains laboratory.

We're moving in two groups, with us in

the initial group, assigned to start checking

what's left of the abandoned experiment.

July 16th

Unfortunately, the test production of B.O.W.

(Type-Y139) had to be suspended because of this

investigation.

It's the same with Type-Y-139. There's still so

much we didn't know about responses to the

crustacean t-virus. There's a lot of interesting

research left...

Depending on the species and nurturing

conditions, only minute doses of "t" bring about

solidity, size, multiplication of internal toxins and

brain development. If these effects can be controlled,

a powerful weapon could be produced.

But the sudden development of the shell results in a

corresponding fragility. Certain areas become exceedingly

weak. Problematically, one of these areas is the head

carapace.

This lab we are going to- were they pursuing the same

research? It would certainly help to find data and samples

that would help us in our research.

June 19th

The day is finally approaching...I am growing more

anxious. The Raccoon City newspapers and TV stations

are full of reports about the bizarre murders in the suburbs.

It can't be the virus. Can it?

If it is...

No. I can't think of that now. I have to concentrate

on this investigation and make sure it goes smoothly.

'It's a diary. But what is this experiments on crustaceans?'

She gasped a she dimly recalled just what Sirius had said in regards to the goo that was found on both the truck and train. Could it be that whatever attacked the officers is responsible for what happened to the passengers? If so then what kind of virus was this?

Standing up slowly she allowed for the paper to slip from her hand and quietly fall to the ground. There was a flash of lightening causing her to jump in fear, holding a hand over her rapidly beating heart she turned to look out the window and was shocked by what she saw. A strangely dressed man?

'Who is that and why is he on that…..'

Another flash and he was gone.

Shaking her head Rebecca tried to calm herself, 'It was just a hallucination Becky, he's not real. But this place, I have to get to the commanders and tell them what's going on here.'


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Rebecca exited the room and made her down the long corridor. She pulled at the handle for the door, and was very much dismayed when the door refused to budge. "Great another locked door, but it seems as though it was locked from the inside. There might be survivors."

Banging on the door Rebecca began to call out, "Hello is there anyone there hello!"

"Good job Rebecca, another dead end." She bitterly remarked from her place against the door. Pushing herself up Rebecca continued to make her way through the hallway.

Lying in a sitting position on the floor next to a door was a train employee. The first she'd seen. She noted that the man's body (If you could even call it that) looked as though it had been savagely mauled. She saw a glint of some rectangular item in his hands, hoping it was some type of key Rebecca kneeled down and reached for the card.

Hearing the oh so familiar clicking of a gun, Rebecca slowly stood up and turned to see her would-be attacker. Her eyes narrowed at person in front of her, "Billy, Lieutenant Coen."

The man's face didn't even show a hint of shock at her knowing just who he was. He simply smiled and shrugged before remarking in a sugary tone. "So, you seem to know me. Been fantasizing about me have you?"

Rebecca cheeks flushed in embarrassment at his statement. But refusing to allow this murderous escapee to get the better of her, she ruefully continued with her assessment.

"You're the prisoner that was being transferred for execution. You were with those soldiers outside."

She was briefly happily when he finally became enlightened on just who she was.

"Oh, I see. You're with S.T.A.R.S., well, no offense, honey, but your kind doesn't seem to want me around. So, I'm afraid our little chat time is over."

Billy holsters his weapon and turned to leave only for Rebecca to follow him her weapon now aimed steadily at the man's back.

"Wait! You're under arrest!"

"No thanks, doll-face. I've already worn handcuffs." He gave her a wink as he held his broken handcuffs up for her to see. Turning around again he continued on his way brushing aside her threat.

Rebecca angrily called after him, "I could shoot you know!"

'Enrico is not going to be pleased about this' She thought gravely, before exhaling in frustration.

Crssch!

"Huhuhh!" Rebecca gasped in shocked as Edward and Sirius came hurtling through the window.


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