Something Wicked
7
Sheriff Danvers hadn’t said a word since Chris had started his explanation. He didn’t say a word afterwards either. Just got out of the car, checking his gun as he stood.
He’s not going to shoot me.
“Zombies, huh?” Not even if he thinks I’m insane.
“Yeah.”
“Giant spiders.”
“Spiders, sharks, lizards. Whatever they can splice together.” God. He didn’t want to think about the Tyrants. At one time, they had probably been human.
“That’s what happened in Raccoon City.”
“Not just there. The other incidents were isolated though. Umbrella contained them before they got out.”
At least, he hoped something more had been done to those places. The twin’s island had been pretty well trashed from the self destruction system. Antarctica, who knew just how deep and far that facility had really went?
“Umbrella’s had their plants and laboratories here for over ten years now.”
That’s not comforting. Damn Trent, why hadn’t the man given him any information. All he had said was there was trouble brewing in Westbrook. There beenbeen nothing about a virus leak, or loose experiments.
Just go there and investigate. Quietly.
Chris had the sudden, violent wish to put a bullet in the smug bastard’s brain.
“The more obvious places won’t hold anything deadly.” I hope. “Does Umbrella own any other property out here?” Danvers snorted. Not reassuring.
“They own most of the county. A lot of the parks, they lease a lot of the buildings the local business are in, and they own just about all the forest that isn’t state land.”
Fuck. No, fuck was not a strong enough word to cover it. They could be underground. Under the entire damn town.
“Any mansions?”
“No.” So much for the super obvious. “They do own a group of hunting cabins up by Clear Water Lake.”
A lake? Things just keep getting better and better.
“I don’t suppose you have any hand grenades?” C4? Another nuclear warhead?
“They’re not exactly standard issue for law enforcement officers such as myself.”
“What do you have?” Danvers popped the trunk and headed back. Chris followed, more than a little curious. Not that we won’t lose half of everything along the way.
Or maybe him having to leave all his gear in the car was Chris’s stroke of bad luck for the night. Equipment wise, anyway.
“Take this.” Danvers handed him a shot gun, a box of ammo, and a belt. The Sheriff than proceeded to strap way more weapons on himself than anyone other than a Navy Seal should need.
This might not go too badly.
“The fastest way to get to those cabins is to walk straight through these woods. Otherwise we have about a half an hour drive to get there.”
Damn, I need to stop thinking such stupid thoughts.
“Let’s go then.”
At least I have my hiking boots.
A.N.
Sorry for the delay. My power’s been out because of the storms rolling through Michigan L