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Released: January 29, 1998
Scenario: Kyū Asakura, FLAGSHIP
Illustration: Maaya Sakamoto
Publisher: JUMP j-BOOKS
BIO HAZARD The Elegant Beast of the North Sea
BIO HAZARD The Elegant Beast of the North Sea (バイオハザード 北海の妖獣) was the first original novel in the BIO series. It was written by Kyū Asakura and FLAGSHIP and released in 1998. It is set on an island and focuses on a family which helped establish the Umbrella Corporation.
Project Umbrella Translation
Kyū Asakura (朝倉究)/Flagship
Illustration: Maaya Sakamoto (坂本眞)
BIO HAZARD The Wicked North Sea
JUMP j-BOOKS (ジャンプ ジェイ ブックス)
Kate: "That building's gorgeous. What is it?"
Rain: "It was before I was born, but that's a lab built by Umbrella Pharmaceuticals twenty years ago. Seems it's abandoned now."
Kate: "Such a waste. In spite of it being a stylish building."
Rain: "Then why don't you go in? Not my problem if you get killed though."
Rain: "According to my uncle, in the old days a virus was being studied there and leaked, apparently killing many of the islanders. There were some people here who became Zombies."
[Special Comic Prologue]
Zombie: Oh, oh... Oh, oh... Ahhh... Ah
Norse: "What the fuck's happening on this island!!"
Zombie: Shaclick... Shaclick...
A wild night of zombies has begun!!
Special Comic Prologue 
BIO HAZARD The Wicked North Sea 
Beginning of Terror, By Oosawa Arimasa (大沢在昌) 
BH, The Convergence of Duality, By Araki Hirohiko (荒木飛呂彦) 
A female local high school student. She is from Gadiwall Island.
Rain's room-mate. A cheerful little girl brimming with curiosity.
Seventeen year old girl serving as head of the cultured Beardsley family.
Beardsley family butler who faithfully serves Mylène.
Former soldier. Served in the British Army counter-terrorism special operations unit CRW.
ACT -1 SOLITARY ISLAND IN THE FAR NORTH
Light. An all encompassing whirl of light.
But it was very cold light.
The mission didn't stray from standard protocol and worked out perfectly within three seconds.
The British Army Special Air Service counter-terrorism unit to which Norse belongs, the Counter Revolutionary Warfare wing, successfully penetrated the enemy hideout. It brought most of the liberation army terrorists under control and had only one room left to rescue the abducted VIPs left behind.
Following their captain, the five-man team kicked down the door and rushed into the room. The dignitaries were unharmed. There were no hostiles. Relief flashed for a nanosecond on their faces.
But it proved to be fatal.
A tiny shadow unexpectedly came rushing out behind Norse.
The liberation army's shabby cloak covering its whole head.
Norse turned around and grabbed the M92F from his waist like a reflex and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
A dry BANG! reverberated and bright blood crimson sputtered from the tiny shadow's breast.
The shadow collapsed slowly, seemingly in slow motion, and the hood worn over its head turned inward.
It was a girl. Every inch of her appeared to be twelve or thirteen years old.
Against terrorists, you mercilessly empty a magazine until they're dead for good, even if that means children. That's CRW's iron law.
But Norse hesitated.
Due to a smile that creapt on the fallen girl's face. Her most innocent smile instantly melted the tension he experienced in the battlefield.
The next moment, light swallowed everything.
A tube snuggled in the girl's hands expanded unnaturally at the center, exploding.
Then his throat was seared by the smell of burning flesh, blood and smoke.
Norse's body was blown over three meters away from his original position, hurled against a wall.
Raising his left hand to rub his eyes, it was covered with dark blood.
A sharp pain travelled up his spine when he lifted his upper body out of the rubble.
His shrapnel-punctured left foot was numb with no feeling.
Next to him, the Captain lay with his intestines hanging out his side.
Beyond that, a lump of meat lay about appearing to be point man Alan, whose upper body had been blown apart
What happened to the group's three other members and the VIPs that should've been secured... Probably dead.
The mission ended in failure and his unit was completely wiped out.
Norse forcibly twisted his head which beat with intense pain and looked down the forward passage.
There was no sign of the girl who'd fell there either. With the explosion of the bomb in her arms, her tiny limbs probably scattered in all directions and vanished from the world.
An unbearable pain ran through his left foot again. Dark blood gushed and spread, dyeing his camouflaged pants. The white stuff visible inside was probably his thigh bone.
His consciousness faded away again and Norse fell into deep, deep darkness.
Norse returned to himself with a hefty spasm.
Instead of gripping a Beretta in his open right hand, there was a crumpled ferry ticket, the ink blurred from greasy sweat.
His breathing was still labored and his shoulders heaved up and down repeatedly and violently.
...He clicked his tongue slightly to see whether or not it was all the dream again.
Strong iron rust and a fishy odor assailed his nose and he could hear the sound of waves with the roar of an old car engine.
Yes, it was the cabin of a cheap ferry crossing to a northern island. It wasn't the battlefield from which already over two years had passed...
Rather, a tiny old ferry that would fill to capacity even if just five passenger cars were loaded on board. The hull creaked and screamed every time it overcame one of the raging waves in the open sea.
In the cabin at the bottom of the boat, there were nearly ten passengers besides Norse waiting to arrive at the harbor, but who were crouching motionlessly and not speaking.
Norse quietly stood up.
"Change of pace, mister? You should expose yourself to the sea breeze for a moment."
The old woman sitting next to him in a worn blanket murmured in a subdued voice, but didn't make eye contact.
...He pretended not to notice that everyone was staring at him.
Since coming down to this cabin, Norse felt an unpleasantness lingering in the air.
Most of the ferry's guests were islanders going there now.
A small island in the far north that has little traffic with the outside world. It could be said that a strong sense of caution against foreigners was natural.
Ascending the narrow stairs with peeling white paint, Norse went on deck.
Lead-colored clouds gathered thickly overhead, hanging low as if he could grab them by reaching out his hand. Beneath his feet, bubbles formed in the smooth black water that spilt muddily onto the bow.
He saw a monotone sky and the dark silhouette of an island on the seaboard.
A towering mountain at the center of the island, its peak hidden as if by piercing the clouds. A forested ridge stretched to encircle the mountain.
It is about five hours by ferry from the mainland port. Gadiwall Island, a solitary northern island floating in the middle of the Scandinavian Peninsula.
...Why had he come to such a place now?
After the incident of that girl who blew herself up, Norse became disgusted with combat and was discharged. He then continued to travel in search of somewhere he could live in peace. But until now, there was nowhere, anywhere, that accepted him. No; rather, Norse himself refused them... What is it about that island really...
He lifted his left sleeve to check his watch; there was still an hour until the expected time of arrival.
Norse went around the corner of the wheelhouse heading to the bow.
In a flash, the ship tilted violently to one side.
A wave collided with the bow and raised a huge splash, and Norse lost his footing on the seawater and oil-drenched floor.
He stretched out his left hand out of reflex and caught a handrail. At the same time, "Aaah!"
With a scream, a girl in a yellow parka flew by as if passing through his body. He reached out his right hand and caught the girl's arm, holding it tight.
Norse waited in the same posture for the shaking to subside. The ferry soon helmed to face the island but finally regained its original stability.
"Ah, you scared me. I thought you'd fall into the sea."
The girl in the yellow parka let go of Norse's hand with a sigh. Amber eyes and curly chestnut blonde hair with freckles floating on her tan, healthy-looking cheeks.
"It's okay, Kate."
A cool voice emanated from the other side of the deck.
A girl in a white blouse held onto a handrail on the bow.
"You saved her. Thank you."
Brown eyes and a short, bright chestnut bob. When she bowed towards Norse, her hair swung and the scent of a refined flower reached him.
An orange tie, thin dark green pleated skirt and a blouse with a white convertible collar; ironed and starched. It could be the uniform of a prestigious high school.
"Kate, say thanks properly. He helped you."
She pressed her and the freckled girl in the yellow parka named Kate stuck her tongue out in no time before bowing to Norse.
"But Rain, I didn't expect the ship to shake so much."
"That's why I told you before we got on. Since this area can suddenly cause giant whirlpools, the ship may turn quickly to avoid them."
The girl called Rain pointed to the sea left of the bow.
There, a big mouth had opened splashing white sprays, a giant whirlpool that would've swallowed this ferry for sure.
"Wow, a giant whirlpool. You do know a lot. As you'd expect from a native of that island."
Kate looks back at Norse with an excited expression,
"Are you on a trip to that island too? We're roommates from the dorm in the garden of Saint Lucia's Girls College on the mainland."
Kate looks back toward Gadiwall Island again,
"But you know, that island looks a little different from how I imagined it. A blue sky and a white, sandy beach. Beautiful villas in the shade of lined green trees... I was pretty wrong."
"Told you so. Gadiwall's an island of fishermen who've lived in the North Sea for generations, not a resort..."
"I understand. Oh, I wonder if anything interesting happens on that island."
Norse returned to the cabin, leaving the two girls who began to get absorbed in their chattering on the deck, and he awaited the ferry's arrival at the island.
Afterwards, moving evasively around the island, the ferry avoided whirling currents and eventually arrived at the old fishing port fifteen minutes later than planned.
There wasn't particularly anything to hurry for. The people of the island were dropped off earlier and Norse finally left the guest room. He got off the ramp red with rust and looked around from the quay, there were a number of old fishing boats and only one dock.
Rotting wooden boxes of fish remains were stacked about.
There was a small village on the other side facing across the thin road from the harbor and he could see several buildings resembling fish processing plants, but without the shadows of people, the whole island fell silent.
Indeed, it's quite simply an island the times left behind. First of all, look for a hotel tonight.
With a dangling worn out bag containing just several pieces of extra clothes, Norse began to walk.
That cool voice talked again from behind.
"That there... Even though it's empty now, shall we show you around since there's only one inn in the village?"
When he turned around, the girl called Rain approached carrying a big green suitcase with rumbling casters.
"Is it annoying?"
"No, not really..."
Kate stood next to Rain dangling a bag which seemed to be discernibly heavy on her shoulders.
"If that's the case, please take Rain's baggage. It's heavy. Uh..."
"Norse Chirac. Norse is fine."
Norse smiled wryly at the unapologetic Kate's back-talk and suddenly snatched the handle of the green suitcase from Rain.
"Oh, it's okay. You're holding your own."
"Good, good. Me too while you're at it. Eh, Norse."
Kate started walking ahead, thrusting her bag onto Norse.
"Jeez, Kate. I'm sorry."
Rain apologized to Norse with a puzzled look,
"Hey, aren't we going to your uncle's house up ahead? It's close. It'd probably be easier to show Norse the inn once we leave our baggage there."
Norse also pulled a suitcase and began walking, following Rain and Kate as they laughed carefree, but they stop.
Someone's watching them!?
Norse looked back involuntarily, feeling a stare piercing his back.
But there was nobody in the deserted harbor. A shack's broken window doors made sounds, kachunk kachunk, probably because of the wind passing through.
Was he imagining things? ...When trying to turn his eyes to the source, Norse gasped involuntarily. He saw two bizarrely large eyes staring from the shadow of the shack.
It was a young man. About twenty years old with unkempt blonde hair, a worn-out cotton jacket, shabby pants and a loose belt hanging from the waist.
It had to be an islander. When his eyes met Norse's, the young man retired himself into the shadows to hide.
"What's the matter Norse?"
Rain was a step ahead to the destination and turned around.
"Um... it's nothing."
Norse followed the two and entered the village.
It was littered with brick houses. It appeared as though there wasn't even a gap between poor and wealthy in this village with merely small homes devoid of affectations.
"Huh, the village feels deserted. More than five thousand people lived here when fishing was prosperous, but there are only about three hundred people now. It's been three years since I left..."
"Still, there's nobody here..."
Kate looked around suspiciously.
The time was definitely close to evening already.
But Norse noticed.
They were constantly being watched. From gaps behind swaying curtains. From behind slightly opened doors. The islanders were staring at them, unexpected intruders, with curious yet fearful eyes.
Perhaps the young man at the harbor was one of them.
Kate too, naturally, but it seemed that Rain who was born on this island didn't notice such stares.
"Hey. Rain, didn't your parents pass away when you were young, then your uncle Bale raisued you?"
"Yeah, I got lonely and left to go to high school on the mainland."
"Is he delighted that his cute niece is coming home after three years?"
"I wonder if my uncle's doing okay. I wanna see his face soon."
Seeing Rain's likely nostalgic expression, Norse felt as though it was comforting.
When they turned at a thin path and went up a hill, Bale's house stood there quietly.
It had an old brick look but lovely red flowers bloomed in its small garden. However, a large lock was attached to the front door coldly refusing entry to visitors, ruining such a rustic atmosphere.
"No way, Uncle. What an exaggerated lock. This wasn't here three years ago."
There was no answer at all even when they knocked.
"Is he out? Didn't you tell him you'd be arriving today Rain?"
"Of course. I told him perfectly on the phone a week ago. I wonder if he went out for a walk or something."
Rain looked around in a hopeless manner.
As the sun fell, they heard the howling of stray dogs somewhere and it rapidly went dark.
"All right. He might've gone to Robert's shop."
Robert's shop was said to be the only pub in the village. Bale occasionally went to the shop and it seems his greatest pleasure is drinking beer.
Norse carried the two's baggage and pushed them into the shadow of the entrance invisible from the outside, and the three left for Robert's shop.
Robert's shop was at the corner of a crossroad with a dried up fountain at the center, once considered the village's main street.
The area became engrossed in darkness all too soon.
The light of lamps leaked out from the shop's small windows, seeing it was open.
Clink... went the sound of a bell as Rain pushed open the shop door and the three entered.
There were only a handful of customers inside the small, dim shop. One on the counter and two on the four-seat table in the corner.
Both were old islanders, completely tide-worn faces that had become red and minced with deep cracks as if to prove their long lives as fishermen.
When Norse entered, the old men stopped a conversation and looked back toward them. When their eyes met Rain, they smiled, but they realized they were forced smiles when they immediately turned a pale, ominous color.
On the counter, a thin, white-haired fifty year old man polished a glass.
"It's been a long time Mr. Robert, has my uncle been here?"
When Rain approached the counter, the man Robert lifted his face and posed to her a dull stare.
"Hi, Rain. Welcome back. No, he hasn't come today."
Although Rain was an acquaintance home for the first time in three years, the expressions of Robert and the old men were slightly awkward. The news of three people arriving at the harbor probably went through the whole island almost immediately.
"He may've even gone out hunting again in the night. I haven't seen him these past four or five days."
The old men also simply stared at Rain and the others with no words.
The three vainly went to a shop table.
"As it is we won't be in a house either! I hate camping out."
Kate complained mournfully.
"Anyhow, we'll show Norse to the inn first. Right after this."
It's said that the village inn, merely a house, is located somewhere less than a minute on foot from there.
The three went to the inn while Kate grumbled and complained.
But when they arrived, Rain stood there stunned again.
There wasn't even a shadow of the inn, only a vacant lot, about enough to swing a cat.
"It should've been right here. Has it been demolished? Oh no..."
There was no pedestrian traffic on the darkened road and there were also no appropriate stores.
At a loss, Rain began to walk ploddingly ahead, and at that moment, they quickly heard a thud from behind.
Norse quickly looked back. Both Rain and Kate stiffened their faces and turned around.
From behind, a figure came out of the darkness. A face emerged vaguely in the light of the houses.
It was a young man, but Norse quickly noticed it was the young man watching him at the harbor.
"Oh, it's you Paul. Don't scare us."
Rain rushed up with a nostalgic smile.
But the youth named Paul didn't return the smile and merely stood around, fearful of Norse.
"Come on, Paul. Don't worry. This is Norse, he's not a suspicious guy."
Paul gulped and faltered in a state still afraid of Norse.
"Hey, my uncle's not around. Do you know where he went?"
That moment, the curtain of the house's window behind them shook and the leaking light slightly moved. Extreme tension raced through Paul's face.
"Leave the island on tomorrow's boat. Lock up well tonight when you go to bed."
"What do you mean? Get outta here. I can't lock it even if you tell me."
But saying nothing further, Paul escaped into the darkness and disappeared, Rain watching dumbfounded as he left.
However, Norse intuitively felt that what the youngster said wasn't a mere threat or practical joke.
That's because when Paul suddenly turned around, Norse saw a small handgun bared under his shabby jacket, thrust casually into the belt on his waist.
Though violent cases are unlikely to happen on an island so small, why'd a young man like that have a handgun? Norse felt a strange uneasiness.
The three reluctantly returned to Bale's house. But Bale seemed to have not returned.
When Norse passed through the bewildered girls, he lifted a fine wire from a scrap of old fishing tools sat next to the entrance. Then he slowly arranged its shape in his hands and twisted it into lock of the door.
"...What're you doing Norse?"
An unlocking sound, the lock unceremoniously opens.
Together, Kate and Rain's were in disbelief, but getting into the house was first priority. Rain gently held the knob and quietly pulled the front door.
The three were greeted by a chilly lounge.
It was clear Rain's uncle wasn't here. Still worried, Rain looked around the house from the first floor to the second floor. Kate also followed her. Meanwhile, Norse looked around the plain lounge.
The resident's modest life could be felt from the scarce furniture in the room. Old furniture and tableware were finely polished and arranged on shelves.
Two small picture frames hung on top of the fireplace. Taking them into his hands, he saw one photo showing a seemingly stubborn elderly man holding a young girl, seemingly Rain before she left the island. The other photo had a young man dressed in military uniform, seemingly the the old man himself.
Rain came back from the second floor and Norse asked her.
"Is this your uncle Bale?"
"Yeah. This was five years ago. That one's my uncle in his younger days."
"He was in the military?"
From his own experiences, Norse imagined that the man in the photo was an excellent soldier. When he gently returned the photo frames to the top of the fireplace, Kate came down from the second floor.
"I'll sleep in the back room on the second floor. The bed feels comfy."
"But since that room's Uncle Bale's room, when he comes home..."
Rain bowed her head. A color of uneasiness and apprehension twisted its way onto her face.
"That's true. I think using it as you please without his permission would be bad. But I wonder where Rain's uncle went."
"The islanders are weird too. They were cheery before. Now they're oddly distant."
"Besides what that other guy Paul mentioned. We're not leaving the island tomorrow."
"Paul's an orphan my uncle loved from when he was small. Although he's a bit of a weak-minded cry-baby, he's a very kind kid."
With his baggage and while listening to Rain and Kate's conversation, Norse was about to walk calmly toward the entrance.
Rain saw and quickly ran.
"Where are you going Norse?"
"To look for a place to sleep now."
"What're you talking about? Stay here tonight. Come on."
When Kate thinks of Norse going away, she suddenly goes into a helpless state,
"That's right. You won't be able to find a place to stay now, there are no hotels. You gotta stay."
Norse was puzzled. He couldn't sleep with two young girls under one roof.
However... Norse felt that this island was now in an unusual state more serious than Rain and Kate.
The attitude of the islanders wasn't a simple wariness of strangers. It seemed like they were afraid of something more. Then there's Bale's sudden disappearance and the young man Paul's inexplicable behaviour before their very eyes. He was also worried about that handgun.
Pressed by the two, Norse couldn't disregard the foreboding omens and decided to stay here tonight.
Dominating darkness and silence struck.
Norse inadvertently woke in bed and didn't know where he was for a while.
He noticed he was lying wrapped in a blanket with the fragrance of the tide and an herbal smell made by the pillow, and remembered it was a room on the first floor of Bale's house.
He held up his Breitling to the moonlight faintly coming in from the window; three hours had gone by and the day had already changed.
I'm no sucker. I don't need to stay here being a pretend bodyguard just because some young girls asked. It's not good being involved with others. That's right.
I'll leave this house early tomorrow morning. Nothing big will happen overnight.
When Norse forcibly persuaded himself, he shut his eyelids again in comfortable silence and his consciousness faded.
Then in the silence, a low sound cracked.
A normal person might've missed it. But in his long life of battlefields, Norse now never failed to catch any sound, no matter how mute. That's because it could be fatal in some cases. No, if a sentry missed the trivial sounds of an enemy creeping up on the battlefield, there was a risk the entire unit could be wiped out.
Subconsciously, Norse listened patiently.
He heard that too. At the front.
The sound gradually increased.
It wasn't a mere sound. Indeed, those were footsteps. Footsteps crudely walking and dragging some heavy baggage.
Had the fishing preparations already begun? No, the rhythm of the walk was too irregular for that. It was waddling and neither direction nor purpose could be discerned.
The footsteps approached the house where Norse and the others were sleeping securely.
Along with the uncanny footsteps, he heard loud stomach-churning growl.
The growl got more like a low, enigmatic beast.
*growl... growl... slump... slump...*
The footsteps stopped in front of the house. Were they looking inside?
What on earth... A shudder ran down Norse's spine.
"Lock the door well tonight when you go to bed."
What Paul said came to the mind of the recovered Norse. Were those words referring to the owner of the footsteps at the front right now?
The footsteps began to change again.
It slowly went away.
Norse sprang up from the bed and quickly laced up the boots on his feet.
He came out into the living room and grabbed a single handy piece of firewood piled up beside the fireplace then left for the entrance, passing the stairs ascending up to the second floor room in which Rain and Kate were sleeping.
He stood in front of the door. The questionable sound was considerably in the distance.
When Norse calmly held the knob and opened the door, he went out to a scene filled with dull moonlight.
A strange rotting smell immediately assailed his nostrils.
Was it the smell of rotten fish? No, it was different. It was a more rank smell. Of course... Norse knew a smell like this. It was a battlefield. That indescribably unpleasant smell when heaps and heaps of tumbling bodies are exposed to wind and rain over a long time and rot. It was just like that.
Norse ran after the owner of the sounds while muffling his footsteps.
The rotting smell gradually became stronger. The foul cause seemed to be the owner of the sounds.
When he passed several houses dotted along the way, there was another entrance to the forest. It was deeply overgrown toward the mountain in the island's center and the dense conifer trees denied humans from stepping in.
Norse looked hard at the ground under the moonlight and saw something, like footprints. And something shined dully here and there on the surroundings.
When he approached the visages, they looked like glops of viscous, muddy liquid, and the rotting smell in question assaulted his strong nose.
What is this? Did the owner of those footsteps drop it?
Before he knew it, he could no longer hear the footsteps. Maybe it went into the forest.
Norse raised his face to make an opening through the fresh forest. He couldn't hear anything anymore. At that moment, the quietness was broken by a high-pitched roar he hadn't heard until now flowing from the distance.
When he looked up, there was a small hill on the other side of the forest, where the giant full moon appeared. Then he saw the shadow of someone on the hill with the full moon on their shoulders.
The silhouette was a slender, thin figure, but filled with bursting suppleness.
Transparent long silver hair fluttered in the wind and scattered drops of light within the moonlight.
...A woman? But why on a hill behind a forest like this at such a time?
Norse stared quietly at the silhouette.
The silhouette drew in a large breath and let out a high-pitched cry again, not unlike a stringed instrument. Sadness could be felt from the cry as well as certain loftiness and pride gushing from within, totally different from the weird will-lacking groans a little while ago.
Wind blew and the forest rustled. Her cry blended with the noises, as if enticing Norse to a world unthinkable as Earth.
An island of fear and phantoms, Gadiwall...
Norse still forever listened attentively to the sad roars flowing as if to unify the night on Gadiwall Island.
The next morning arrived.
When Norse awoke he went to that forest again. He wanted to check those footprints once more in the bright sunlight.
Getting his pants wet on the morning dew of the grass and arriving at the forest's entrance, Norse confirmed the scenery he'd hammered into his head last night and examined the ground.
But there was no sign of the footprints that should be there. He checked the vicinity but they were nowhere to be found.
It hadn't rained after last night. The footprints couldn't have disappeared naturally. Someone must've erased them.
With that being hard to swallow, Norse hurried back to Bale's house.
When he came near the house, several villagers had gathered in front along the way, crowded together and talking of something serious. After noticing Norse they trotted and spoke in low voices.
"Three workers out for repair work on the road yesterday morning don't seem to have returned this morning."
"Seems they were supposed to be back last night. They shouldn't be so late since they went by truck. Apparently they were at the west headland area."
"Ah, did anyone go look for them?"
"Nobody would go. Everyone would rather just kick up a fuss."
When the gathered clamoring villagers noticed Norse's eyes, they entered each house as if to escape.
"Eh? I thought she was with you Norse. She wasn't in bed anymore when I got up."
Anxiety quickly trickled through Norse's heart.
"There's a car in the garage. We can search for her in that."
When the two came back to the house they dragged out an old sedan from the garage, Rain sat in the passenger seat and Norse drove around the village.
But there was no sign of Kate anywhere.
Norse took the west road. Unconsciously, where the workers who went to the headland disappeared.
The sedan drove through the forest toward the headland. It was dark, and deep green conifers sealed the forest depths.
When the forest broke off before long, they saw the sea ahead.
"There she is! Why's Kate in a place like this...?"
Norse and Rain stopped the car and ran.
Kate was vaguely sat on a stone along the side of the road leading to the headland.
"Ah, Rain! Thank goodness."
Kate ran joyfully when she noticed the two of them.
"What's wrong with you Kate!? Coming to a place like this alone."
"You two still seemed to be asleep when I got up this morning so I went for a walk, but got lost."
Suddenly she stuck out her tongue,
"To tell you the truth, I wanted to see the movie being filmed."
Hearing that, Rain had a dubious look.
"You see, a sailor on the ferry was talking about it when we came. A movie location unit apparently came to this island for three days."
"Was it those people?"
Norse went to the top of a precipice about ten meters ahead, pointed to one side and called out to Kate and Rain.
When Rain and Kate rushed up and looked over the precipice, a small cove was spread out below.
When leaning forward a little they saw just under ten people moving on a sandy beach. Cameras and lighting equipment glistened with the brightly shining sunlight. The four-wheel drive carrying the location bus and machine parts was parked nearby.
"Yeah, you know it! You look like idiots. Not that you'd notice in spite of coming to a place like this."
Kate beamed with joy with her eyes wide open,
"Oh, I wonder if he's an actor. He's not a nice guy."
She pointed to a young man speaking with a man in sunglasses, who looked like a director.
He had sensational blonde hair at shoulder length. Deeply carved features visible from afar. An elegant, flexible and lean poise. He was tall and wrapped in a pure white stand-up collar suit.
"Surely he is. Might be a star we know too. Oh, let's go to the bottom."
Kate repeatedly invited Rain, but,
"But I... I'm worried about my uncle Bale. I want to go look for him after breakfast."
She seemed reluctant.
Even so, a stubborn Kate spiritedly enticed Rain again.
Norse looked down Rain and Kate's side and oddly enough, incidentally noticed the location unit.
The blonde man Kate said might be an actor frequently spoke to a director-like man, each time with the director-like man in a standing at attention posture nodding to him. They totally looked like a military superior and subordinate. Even if the other man was a notorious star, why would the director be bending the knee to him? They eventually finished talking and the blonde man got into a polished, carefully parked snow-white limousine and drove away.
"Oh, he's gone."
Kate seemed disappointed and looked at the limousine driving away while the sun brightened its eternally shining body.
Once they got back to the house the three ate breakfast and got into the sedan again.
This time they went searching for Rain's uncle, Bale.
Since they were dependent on Norse overnight, he couldn't leave these two girls alone on this island. Until they could find Bale, he was at the wheel and first drove to the harbor since Rain said that Paul lived in a shack on the harbor. Hearing that the young man was acquainted with Bale, he might know something.
But there was no sign of Paul in the hut. Shabby trash and tools with unknown uses were lined up disorderly in the small room.
Paul was born an orphan on this island and was taken in by an old fisherman who lived alone in this house, but when he was twelve, the old man died and he seemed to live a lonely life being ignored by everyone besides Bale, afterwards only landing work when the ferry came talking of a job.
When Paul wasn't here, Rain appeared to lose heart but still snapped out of it.
"Let's go to my uncle's hunting ground. It's in the west cove forest, the place we were at this morning."
Norse and Kate got into the car and drove off.
The island's weather was fickle.
The sedan carrying the three passed the cove where the location unit was and arrived on a hill overlooking the forest, dark clouds brooding in a sky that had been clear until a little while ago, seemingly a sign that it could pour down at any moment.
"My uncle always used to take me hunting a bunch around there and we camped out."
The place Rain was pointing at was merely nondescript expansive forest, but looking between the trees, sitting alone was a classy North European style wooden building.
"That building's gorgeous. What is it?"
Kate asked Rain as she stared at it in a trance.
"Have you heard of Umbrella?"
For Norse, it was familiar, but he couldn't immediately remember the name.
"I know it. It's an international-scale pharmaceutical maker if I'm not mistaken?"
Kate butted in from the side.
"Yeah. That's right. It was before I was born, but that's a lab built by Umbrella Pharmaceuticals twenty years ago. Seems it's abandoned now."
"Such a waste. In spite of it being a stylish building."
"Then why don't you go in? But it's not my fault if you die."
"According to my uncle, in the old days a virus was being studied there and leaked, apparently killing many of the island's residents. There are some people here who became Zombies."
"Zombies!? Stop that!"
Kate's face recoiled in terror.
"That's stupid. You're making that up. There's no way Zombies are real."
Rain laughed brightly, but Norse incidentally felt a strange uneasiness. Those footsteps last night and the strange smell of rot. This entered his mind. Maybe those were Zombies? It can't be true. No way...
"Anyway, after that, the people of the island were afraid to go near that building when it may still contain the virus."
Something cold finally fell from the sky. It began pouring mixed with thunder and within a moment the unpaved path in the forest overflowed in a muddy stream. The sedan carrying the three splashed mud as it headed toward Bale's hunting ground.
The area had become as dark as night. Intense rain beat against the windshield while the wipers worked like crazy, but the front was covered and hardly visible.
Norse suddenly stepped on the brakes. The tires skidded in the mud and the sedan's body stopped at an angle blocking the road.
"What's the matter, is something wrong?"
Kate asked uneasily while in the driver seat, Norse didn't answer and stared at the front. Rain and Kate followed his line of sight to find out what he'd seen, shuddering involuntarily.
Through the rain beating against the windsheild, ahead was two blurred red lights.
In Kate's voice one could hear fright.
"...It's a truck."
It must be the truck of the three workers who didn't return last night. It went off-road and stopped with half the body sticking into the woods.
Norse and Rain spent the night in Bale's house without a wink of sleep and drove the sedan toward their appointment; the lighthouse ruin.
The ruin of the lighthouse was on a cliff which rose high over the east side of the island. It's said the lighthouse there previously was demolished since it was outdated and its light was also weak, and a new lighthouse was erected further to the east around thirty years ago.
The area was filled with thick fog since they left the house. The fog got deeper as the lighthouse ruin approached and the thick milky-white veil completely pressed the sedan from every direction and wrapped it. It was certain that the car would fall to the lower sea from the road along the cliff if one wheel failed to turn. Norse held the steering wheel carefully.
Before long, the sedan appeared at the ruins of the lighthouse spread out on the cliff.
They got out of the car and walked along the wet grass for a while in the fog, the wall of the collapsed red bricks could be seen mistily.
There was still some time left before the promised six o'clock. The two waited for Paul to show up. But he never appeared, even at six. "Where are you Paul! Paul!", Rain called aloud.
Before her voice finished, BANG! A gunshot rang.
Norse reflexively grabbed Rain's shoulder and lay low toward the grass.
That sound just now was definitely a rifle. Norse heard the hit. But they saw nothing in the deep fog. And then, "Ough!"
Bale's stomach wouldn't stop bleeding. Norse quickly tore his shirt and pushed it onto Bale's wound to try and prevent the bleeding. Bale nodded feebly with a smile of gratitude and began to speak under painful breaths about an even more shocking fact. "I was shot by a sniper hired by Umbrella Pharmaceuticals."
He said that Umbrella Pharmaceuticals used a sniper to shoot Bale and had even murdered Paul.
"Umbrella Pharmaceuticals was secretly continuing the T-Virus research that should've been stopped 20 years ago."
Twenty years ago, while Bale was still in the military, a mysterious incident occurred on this island and as a result of secretly investigating Umbrella Pharmaceuticals using the power of the military, he discovered a fearful bacterium, the T-Virus, for which research and development were carried out in that laboratory.
The T-Virus. According to Bale, when someone is infected with it, their entire body emits a high temperature and exhibits rashes with intense itching, and they die. Then they seemingly revive again as a Zombie.
Four days ago, Bale had gone into the woods to shoot rabbits to return home for Rain to eat.
There he encountered a Zombie. Bale had also seen Zombies twenty years ago. He instantly tried to fire his hunting rifle but a gunshot roared right before and the Zombie fell to the ground, its head blown off in one pop. Then a single van swept through. A number of people came down, sharp eyed men he hadn't seen on the island, who then quickly recovered the Zombie into the car and drove off. But then Bale remained standing in utter amazement and was attacked.
Bale ran away. He somehow arrived home, but in the evening, he was attacked again. The men deeply feared that Bale had seen the Zombie. Thereafter, Bale was pursued and escaped from the men's sight wandering from place to place on the island.
"The people of the island are also vaguely aware of Zombies. But nobody wanted to believe in the Zombies, and the opponent was Umbrella Pharmaceuticals. They couldn't run their mouths rashly."
Twenty years ago, when Umbrella Pharmaceuticals prepared the laboratory on this island, they also ran a ferry between the mainland, installed electricity and built a hospital, the only one in the village. That influence continues even now and the people of the island cannot ineptly defy them. So they were naturally wary of Norse and the others.
"Last night, Paul came to tell me a girl named Kate who came to the island with you had gone missing. So I went into the forest, and found this."
With his shaking hand, Bale lifted a wrecked blue sneaker from the inside pocket of his suit.
"It's Kate's! There's no doubt about it."
"I picked up this shoe in front of that Umbrella Pharmaceuticals lab in the forest...... Th-- the girl must've probably been taken into it."
Bale had an intense coughing fit and vomited blood from his mouth.
"Uncle, don't die! Uncle!"
"N-- Norse boy, there's a gun and bullets in that bag. Rain...... Get Rain off this island safely. Please."
Bale stares at the tear-filled eyes of his beloved niece,
"I love you, Rain...... If I go, you'll be alone. But yo-- you'll be okay."
With those last words, he calmly closes his eyes.
Rain clings to Bale's body and lies in tears.
Before they knew it, the fog cleared and the blue sky approached overhead, but Rain's voice kept crying, forever echoing in the lighthouse ruin.
Norse didn't know the words to cheer Rain up. He silently opened the old leather bag at Bale's side.
An old but well-maintained Colt Government emitting blunt light and three cases of bullet boxes appeared from inside.
The sedan carrying Norse and Rain rolled along.
They were heading to the island's western forest in order to investigate the abandoned lab of Umbrella Pharmaceuticals.
Norse wanted to leave Rain, but she followed him and said she absolutely wanted to know Kate's whereabouts and the truth of the incident that drove Bale to his death.
When they came to the entrance of the forest, that movie's location crew was shooting to the back of the mountain wall towering in the center of the island.
Norse looked for that blonde man with casual eyes, but he was nowhere to be found. Was he not an actor either?
The director-style man in those sunglasses watched as Norse's sedan sped off.
They went into the dark, damp, tree-crowded forest surrounding the island.
Norse and Rain pressed on, pushing aside some bushes their height.
They left the car for fear of being found by the enemy and came here while detouring on foot.
Before long the forest ended and they saw the laboratory building ahead.
Norse restrained Rain and observed the the building from behind a bush.
When looking at it rather far from a hilltop, it was definitely the classy North European-style building described before, but up close one could see torn paint and rotting panels dotted about, making it easy to tell it had been left unattended without any care for a long time.
There were no signs of any people around at all. It was dead silent.
Norse pulled the government on his waist, sliding the first bullet into the chamber and turning to Rain.
Her face looked pale and little by little her lips shook with terrible jitters.
After all, he shouldn't have brought her. Norse regretted it on the inside. But he couldn't leave her alone here.
"Let's go." When Norse gave a small nod to Rain they jumped out of the bush and dashed toward the building. Rain followed a little behind. Their footsteps treading on silently rotting dead leaves sounded strangely loud.
The two climbed over a broken fence and quickly hid behind a side wall of the building to observe the area.
Still no signs of life.
The smell of the wall's dead wood potently assailed their noses, probably due to yesterday's rain. Like the building, weeds had grown in the untended garden and small insects and spiders crawled on the ground.
Maybe this lab was shut down after all. Or did research continue inside and the Zombies appeared as a result? If that's the case, the T-Virus may be mixed within this wet, brittle and bleak air. Norse's spine went cold in unfamiliar fear.
At any rate, they needed to go and check inside the building. Rain held the same resolve too. She clung to Norse and he delicately tightened on her soft hand.
Norse lifted the government's muzzle to his shoulder and grasped it tight as he began to walk bit-by-bit along the laboratory wall. Rain followed close behind.
While going around the building they discovered four doors including the front entrance, but everything was crammed with twisted ivy and didn't seem to have been used recently.
Returning to the original position, Norse thought about breaking the door by force to get inside but reconsidered, thinking there should be an entrance somewhere this laboratory still used, and once again went around to see.
This time he went while checking everywhere as well as the doors.
The two started walking again and went round the back, but immediately,
Rain screamed and jumped.
"M... my neck!"
When Rain desperately played around with her neck, a small gecko fell to the ground and crawls away. It was under the eaves and seemed to fall on her neck.
Rain apologized in a low voice, but Norse didn't try to move while looking at the ground near where the gecko fell, so she turned her eyes to the ground the same way.
There were some footprints of large shoes thought to be a man's. Recent, too. Strangely, the footprints weren't at the door in front. It looked as though the person the footprints belonged to had been sucked into the wall.
Norse touched the wall in front with his hand and slowly ran his fingers. Before long he stopped at one point on the wall. It was minor, but there was a dent.
Norse pressed the dent.
He fainly heard the sound of a lock somewhere and the wall in front of them slid without a sound, opening a gap as large as a person.
Norse and Rain entered the laboratory.
The same footprints on the ground near a table went off inside a hallway. Perhaps the footprints remained clear because he walked on muddy ground in the rain. Norse and Rain pursued them.
It was dim. Some smell mixed among mold and dust drifted.
The footprints turned at the corners of the corridor several times and vanished in front of a certain door.
It was dark with hushed silence, lacking a single window around.
Norse held his breath and drew the Government.
He saw a knob and slowly turned it, signaling Rain to get down with his eyes. It didn't seem locked. The door opened slightly. Norse quickly jumped inside, looking around with the Government raised.
Nobody was there.
It would've been the private room of a researcher who worked here once. It was a tasteless room with only a small desk, a bed and a bookshelf on a wall.
But there were footprints on the dusty floor with dots.
What on earth was the footprint's owner doing in this room? Norse and Rain checked throughout the room but weren't able to find anything.
When they went back out to the hallway, they decided to check it in turns from the front room.
The first floor significantly parted in two areas. The eastern half was occupied by researchers' private rooms and a dining room, and the western half was a visitors room and office. But there were no traces of them having been used for a long time and they had gathered thick dust.
The second floor was mostly occupied by lab facilities.
There was complicated glassware, flasks, beakers, dishes... countless trial drugs on the shelves. Inverted microscopes, bench curators... On the floor was a cylinder of liquid nitrogen and a refrigerator full of mold.
However, the second floor was like the first floor, having no traces of recent use.
As it turned out, the footprint's owner merely went back and forth between the wall's hidden door and the researcher's private room without stepping into any other rooms at all.
Norse and Rain returned to the first room again wondering if there was somewhere they overlooked, reexamining so as to not overlook a single hair.
Cawwcaww! The sharp calls of wild birds occasionally sounded in the depths of the forest and the vicinity was still silent.
"Look Norse. This is odd."
ACT-3 INVITATIONS FROM THE OLD CASTLE
Judging from the looks and names of the company visitors readily guided to the seats, all of them had to be VIPs of companies in business with Umbrella Pharmaceuticals.
Gilliam guided Norse and Rain to the seats at the end.
"Mister Norse and Miss Rain, you're here."
When all the members took their seats, Gilliam slowly looked around everyone involved, and in a particularly loud voice with more dignity than before, declared;
"Apologies for keeping you waiting. Please give it up for the master of this mansion, Mylène Beardsley, seventeenth master of the Beardsley family."
Doors opposite the table Norse and the others were seated opened vigorously to the left and right and the small shadow of a person appeared from the other side.
A long dress glittering with sewn-in small and large gems. A tiara and gorgeous necklace with seven colors of large jewels arranged in a row.
She slowly stood in front of the dinner table and gave a faint smile brimming with cold beauty, like an Oriental ceramic.
Even Norse and Rain held their breath in her beauty.
This was Mylène Beardsley...
From the bustle of nearby seats, they were even more surprised to learn that she was seventeen years old. They were unable to grasp her dignity and air of authority to be something of that age at all. It was given by nature. Is this what's known as noble blood?
Mylène looked around the guests and gave a slight nod to them.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to my Beardsley Castle. Please enjoy yourself this evening."
Her tone sounded exactly like that of a pleasant musical instrument.
When she the sponsor took a seat, waiters quickly appeared and went around pouring wine into silver glasses placed before the guests.
"Miss Mylène, thank you for your invitation this evening. You grow more and more beautiful with time."
In the guests, a stout elderly gentleman threw the first words toward her.
"Mister White, President of Rochetant Electronics? I met you at a symposium in Paris two years ago. You certainly seem to be looking well..."
"That too is thanks to Umbrella's vitamin pill compound."
The elderly gentleman bore an expression of great delight at Mylène remembering his name. Then the guests rushed to speak to her as if a dam had broken, striving to be first.
"Miss Mylène, we incorporated your ideas into the new painkiller but it's finally made it to release through joint development with Umbrella."
"Umbrella Pharmaceuticals' shares in our company's dealings this year eventually exceeded 70%. Thanks to that, our company's sales have shown distinguished growth compared to last year."
Such lip service and business tales flew about for a while at the dinner party.
Most were tales of another world for Norse and Rain, but they couldn't help but be shocked by Mylène conscientiously remembering all the names and positions of the seated guests and being able to fluently speak with technical knowledge and jargon in pharmaceutical development that a seventeen year old girl couldn't possibly know.
One more thing had become clear. There was a connection between Umbrella Pharmaceuticals and the Beardsley family. As far as they heard from the guest's conversations, the Beardsley family wasn't merely a provider of land. They definitely cut right into the nerve center of Umbrella Pharmaceuticals.
If that was the case, why'd she invite herself to this seat? Did she really have any trap prepared...
As the dinner progressed, Norse still merely observed Mylène. His sharp stare was constantly stuck to her.
She could notice it. However, her eyes totally ignored his presence as though he were air.
Norse understood her intention well enough. She wanted to imply that he was someone completely worthless.
The elderly woman in the next seat spoke to Norse.
"Darling, you haven't said a single word from the start, what's your name? How do you know the Beardsley family?"
She seemed to have a vested curiosity in Norse's features which, no matter how you looked at it, were inappropriate among the upper class ladies and gentlemen sitting in the rows.
It seemed that a strong curiosity against Norse had been born.
...No, I'm just a tourist who came to this island by chance.
But before Norse could eat, a voice flew from the sponsor's seat.
"Mister Norse was a super-elite soldier active in the British Army's specialized anti-terrorism unit, the CRW wing team."
All the visitors who'd taken a place at the table and seen Norse's looks were surprised at Mylène's words.
...That's an old story.
Norse matched eyes with Mylène for the first time. There he noticed hostility like acutely sharp ice within those golden pupils one could be drawn into.
"Two years ago in Ireland, UN dignitaries were abducted by the IRA. He participated in the rescue mission. But the operation failed. His team was wiped out and because of it, he left the military and now merely wanders, isn't that right?"
...How'd this woman dig up his top-secret military past when it absolutely couldn't be out in the open? In witnessing the smiles in her room, Norse again noticed the volume of her supporters.
Was the power of Umbrella Pharmaceuticals still merely that of an international company?
Before long, the meal was over; the guests were again guided to the next room and served dessert and wine as a post-meal gathering began.
Musicians appeared, playing a light string quartet.
Before they knew it, the figure of Mylène had vanished from the room.
"Rain, I'll go look for Kate."
Norse said in a low voice within the bustle of the guests and gently stood up.
Though they'd arranged it for some time, when it came to being left alone, Rain felt uneasy. But Norse stubbornly refused Rain's proposal to look for her as well. Making a seventeen year old girl who doesn't know how to fight do such a thing would merely jeopardize her and could result in slowing Norse down.
Norse came out from the dining room into the hallway and looked at his Breitling to check nobody was around.
He promised to return in thirty minutes. If Norse didn't return to Rain in that time, Rain had to escape this castle by any means necessary. Those were the next arrangements.
Norse began to walk quickly down the hall, muffling his footsteps. Kate should be held captive somewhere in this castle.
When he turned a corner for the nth time, there was a large door at the end. However, a castle servant stood before it.
"...Where are you going?"
"Um, just a little sightseeing."
"Beyond this point is the Beardsley family's private rooms. You're not expected."
Although the servant was polite, he stubbornly refused and Norse couldn't help it. As long as there was no conclusive evidence that Kate was there, he couldn't afford to make things worse.
He returned to the corner and quickly walked back to the other passages.
When he went ahead through the corridors for a while, that man with sunglasses stood.
"Are you sightseeing too? This castle's got an exquisite aura. I'd like to shoot in such a place."
Norse no longer thought this guy was a movie director. But regardless of the man's identity, finding Kate was top priority now. Norse passed his side, merely lightly nodding to him.
The director said from behind.
Norse continued walking the corridors for clues. But the people of the castle were stood before every room and he couldn't go any further.
Fiery impatience flooded Norse's face.
He was running out of time. He couldn't return with nothing.
Norse gave up and returned to the room where the invited guests sat in a happy circle, however, there was no sign of Rain there.
What happened to her!?
When he asked the elderly wife seated next to Rain, Gilliam had called out to Rain and they left together from the back door.
Norse jumped out through the door into the corridor. However there was no sign of the two.
A girl's scream broke out.
It was Rain!
Norse began running toward the voice. After turning some corners a still-open door flew into his view.
His intuition immediately told him it was a trap.
The perpetrator who took Rain must've escaped and purposefully invited Norse by opening the door.
But he couldn't help but go. He pulled the Government from the belt on his waist and passed through the door.
A new corridor extended further on the other side of the door.
The moment Norse was about to start running, he caught a glance of cold metal in the depths.
The overwhelming sound of a gunshot struck and Norse rolled agilely on the floor.
The wall behind him broke and a piece quickly fell on his back.
This time the air-tearing sound passed where he lay, close to his ears.
There was more than one hostile. A silenced shooter able to take him out accurately without revealing his position, and a shooter with a shotgun able to knock down Norse with stopping power. How many enemies were there in total!?
Norse rolled to the wall on the opposite side and hid there in the shadow of a decorative suit of armor. However, the shotgun blasted the armor along with its pedestal into oblivion with a roaring sound.
Norse quickly jumped out of the armor's shadow with the Government blazing in the direction of the gunshots.
That moment, Rain regained consciousness on a bed.
Aside from the bed, the room was small, empty and tasteless.
The young member of the filming team was encamped in front of the door. As Rain awoke, he quietly thrust forward the gun in his hands to intimidate her into silence.
Then a door opened and Mylène swiftly entered, accompanied by Gilliam.
Instantly jumping off the bed, Rain tried to start running toward the open door and the filming crew youngster quickly grabbed her arms and violently slammed her against the bed.
"Aw, that was harsh. I sincerely apologize, Rain."
Mylène said sneeringly.
"Where's Kate!? And Norse?"
Mylène shrugged and lightly raised a hand toward the desperately hanging on Rain.
One of the servants pushed in a silver-covered tray. Their pale face bled with greasy sweat and their hands pushing the wagon trembled little by little.
"We were expecting you and specially prepared this main dish. Well then, why don't you open it?"
The servant who carried it left to escape.
Whatever they placed before her in a frightened manner, Rain was able to understand that it was ghastly.
She gazed at the silver lid. What was inside?
She grabbed the silver lid with her shaky hands, taking the plunge and lifting it.
It was one ordinary soup plate with a steaming, clear consommé.
Rain was momentarily relieved but inadvertently noticed two whitish spheres the size of quail eggs floating in the soup.
The soup swayed when she timidly brought it close to her face.
The moment she realized what it was, incredible screaming surged from Rain's mouth.
Human eyeballs floated in the soup.
Drawing in one big breath, Norse dashed.
Running zig-zag down the hallway, the shotgun and silencer fired at him all at once.
Despite running, Norse desperately measured the position and distance of the shooters. In particular, there was a sniper aiming at him very precisely. That guy's bullets hailed from above.
Norse dived broadly when he gauged the next pillar to hide behind.
He changed the direction of his body in the air and threw the Government toward the ceiling.
Norse's perception proved correct. A man's figure aiming at him from the pillar came into his sight, and he pulled the Government's trigger without question.
With a cry, the man was shot through the chest and fell head first.
The sound of bone crashing and hitting again the floor echoed through the hallway. The Desert Eagle handgun with a silencer fell from the man's hand, making a dry sound as it rolled down the hallway.
At first, he was alone. Calmness returned to Norse. There were several enemies, but judging from the gunshots, there wasn't many left. Probably two or three people including the man he just killed.
That moment, Rain saw Norse fighting through a television monitor. Mylène had taken her, trapped her in front of a set of monitors in the corner of a sealed room and told her to watch the two of them.
"It's admirable. That man fights for you so hard. But it's futile. If I activate this, he can do nothing but die no matter how well he fights. You'll watch the life drain from him here."
Mylène's laughter echoed in the air once more.
Norse's fight continued. He hid himself behind a pillar while rolling. He steadied his breathing while quickly changing the magazine.
A shotgun gunshot sounded close, his hiding pillar was hit directly and was considerably shaved off. However the moment it impacted, Norse jumped out of the pillar's shade and ran straight through a corridor.
Seven shells were being loaded into the shotgun.
Norse already knew that the shotgun assailant fired all his rounds with the latest shot.
The combat situation would change completely if he brought the other parties with strong destructive power under control. The backup silencer fired at Norse running through the corridor.
However he didn't pay any attention to it and in a straight line he rushed into the shade of the pillar where the shotgun assailant was hiding himself.
Just as he'd read. The shotgun assailant was still reloading.
The panicked enemy looked at Norse as he bounced the shotgun barrel with his left hand and forced the Government into the man's side. Without mercy, Norse shot one, two, three bullets into the man's side.
Strength suddenly escaped the man's body. He leaned on Norse as if he were hugging.
Norse caught him and turned each of their bodies in a half rotation.
The silenced assailant who'd turned around for backup was immediately approaching from the side. The silencer was for the enemy to not make his position known. His panic became fatal with Norse's unexpected action as he appeared. With the body of the dead man as a shield, Norse pushed out the Government and shot at the other man.
The man flipped and jumped to the floor. Norse blazed away until his magazine was empty.
Silence finally returned to the corridor with the sound of an empty magazine crashing on the floor.
Each man was from the location unit. Norse took rounds from their dead bodies and drew the combat shotgun Itacha M37 he took from them onto his shoulder and loaded new shells, putting he newly-loaded Government and the Desert Eagle handgun of the silenced man into his waist and beginning to run once more into the depths of the corridor.
The anxiously waiting Rain had watched Norse and his battle on the monitors and let out a sigh of relief.
Along with her, Mylène was staring at the screen with an "aw" expression and shrugged her shoulder towards Gilliam behind them.
"...Your subordinates were of no use after all, Gilliam?"
Gilliam quickly bit his lip at her words.
Then Mylène faced Rain again.
"Your Mister Bodyguard is pretty good. Just what I'd expect from a former CRW soldier."
But she gave a cold smile and Rain's back froze hard again.
"But this is as far as it goes. Now I'll invite him to a special show..."
Norse ran. Ran with his own sense of direction in the vast castle.Around a corner, he confirmed the position of the door and ran while drawing a mental map.
Norse gradually filled out a three-dimensional map of the entire castle in his head.
But something mysterious happened at that moment. Faced with a dead-end corridor and hurrying back to the original point, the reality ever-so-slightly differed from the map in his head.
...I'm fed up, have my senses dulled that much in just one year? A vague anxiety struck Norse as he scrambled.
But he stopped, shocked to find himself at a dead-end again at a certain corner.
Surely he passed through here a while ago, he though. However, it was now a dead-end.
This was no illusion. He didn't go the wrong way. He thought the wall moved and altered the path. Perhaps he was being unknowingly led somewhere according to someone else's ulterior motive.
When he noticed, a heavy sound echoed behind him and a new wall protruded from the corner where he'd just been running, blocking his retreat.
If this keeps up I'll be shut in!
Norse broke into a sprint to get back. Will I be in time!?
He dived between the gap in the closing wall.
He passed through the gap by a hairbreadth as it closed in a moment with a roaring sound. When Norse rose from his knees, he cursed it. This place... it's like a haunted house.
But a sudden feeling of suspension hit him before he could catch his breath. The floor he was standing on suddenly vanished.
By the time he noticed, Norse's body was already being absorbed into the open mouth of darkness.
While Rain screamed, the pit projected by the monitor slowly closed.
"...It ends here. He's tumbling down into Hell."
A cheerful Mylene slowly brought to her mouth a cup of royal herb tea brought by her servant.
An enraged Rain looked at the girl, but was suddenly struck by a deep sense of despair, sinking to the floor in a daze.
Only Mylene's howling laughter rung in her mind, over and over.
Norse regained consciousness in the darkness.
At first he slowly tried to move his fingers and limbs. Then his hips, and neck. They ached, but fortunately it didn't seem he'd broken any bones, much.
As he rose, there was a long passage.
He could barely see in the dark. But he'd already noticed that he was surrounded by an intensely vile odor filling the place, whatever kind of place it was.
He couldn't linger. There was someone nearby.
In the darkness behind him, he heard familiar footsteps.
He heard more footsteps from the front. Not alone, either. It was a considerable number of people.
Norse stretched out his hands on the floor surrounding him and searched quickly. He fortunately found the shotgun. The M1911 was still on his waist, too. But he couldn't find where the Desert Eagle had fallen.
Meanwhile, whoever the footsteps belonged to was approaching him.
In kissing distance he felt the spitting sound of lukewarm rotten breath.
His eyes had accustomed. The shadows of several people floated vacantly in the darkness.
He poised the Itacha M37 to his waist and fired towards those silent shadows.
Emerging in the shotgun's flashlight were a female Zombie with unkempt hair, a Zombie with some of its teeth mising and a Zombie with a drooping face and single protruding eyeball.
The sound of spattering flesh exploded in the darkness.
There was impact. At least three of them were blown away.
However, foul smelling breath blew on Norse's neck from behind.
He was too preoccupied on just the front, he thought, but he was slow. Slimy hands wound around his neck.
It's over if he's bitten. Desperately he twists his body trying to break free of the Zombie's grasp. However, the Zombie's arms were well latched onto his neck. Rotten flesh hung from the peeling skin and a strange smell pierced Norse's nose.
Meanwhile Zombies were also coming up from the front. They gradually approached the prey who'd crept into their den with low moaning and groaning.
Norse hammered the shotgun he held into the stomach of the Zombie tightening around his neck.
COUGH... rotten gastric juice gushed by his face.
He spotted a staircase.
He sprinted up.
Norse soon stood in shock.
A light shone slightly from the ceiling skylight window of the high colonnade. Perhaps the lighting in the castle leaks out. The figure of a female Zombie arose in the lambently shaking little amount of light. The clothes they wore were tattered and dirty, but Norse also recognized a yellow parka.
Both of Kate's eyes had been scooped out, probably gouged, leaving the sockets dark and hollow with dark blood streaming down her cheeks.
Whittled flesh fell off her jaw which had been bitten by other Zombies, exposing a section of yellowed bone.
Kate pushed out both hands having noticed the smell of a human and unsteadily approached Norse.
Ohh ohhh... Uhh uhhh...
"I... Insane! Kate!"
But having lost her human consciousness, Kate could no longer distinguish Norse. For her, Norse was merely food.
Ohh ohhh... Uhh uhhh...
"Stop. Please stop..."
Tears blurred Norse's vision.
Tears wet Norse's cheeks in pity for Kate being turned into a Zombie, mixed with unforgiving anger for this castle's hostess.
Kate approached until she was in front of Norse's eyes.
"Forgive me, Kate... Kateeee!"
Norse's close voice surged with a scream and the Itacha blew like wildfire.
As Kate's head blew off into small pieces, dark blood gushed out the base of her neck and her body slowly tumbled to the floor.
This was the only way. In order to never revive as a Zombie...
Bowing his head in front of Kate's corpse, Norse tightly closed his eyes, regained his composure and began running again.
After running for a while he wound up in a considerably wide hall with assembled corridors extending in every direction.
Where should I go... But he wasn't able to choose a corridor. He heard the sounds of Zombies approaching from every direction.
Perhaps there's a loophole.
As Norse hesitated, the Zombies had already gotten very near him.
Having waited until the last moment, the Zombies had surrounded his advance and retreat.
Norse tried to escape the encircling seige, putting distance between them as his shotgun's ream shone.
But there were too many. He'd surely run out of shells in this situation.
Why were there so many Zombies here?
There were Zombies who appeared to be castle servants. Some that seemed to be villagers. Others wore white coats.
What on earth is that woman Mylene doing in this castle?
Then, a suit of armor set in the back corner of the floor flashed in the corner of his eye.
...It'd have been a dungeon five hundred years ago. For something like that to be displayed in a place like this.
When Norse somehow escaped the clutches of the Zombies, he quickly rushed up to the armor. But he found nothing strange after looking at it. The Zombies changed direction and approached Norse and the armor.
Having exhausted all his means, he took a plunge and pushed the armor.
Several Zombies were crushed by the falling armor. A pedestal appeared in a hollow-like space where a step fell in the spot. There was a large lever there.
Norse immediately leapt at the lever. There was no room to examine it. He pulled the lever towards himself with all his effort. However, there were signs that the lever was probably rusted firm, so far not budging by so much as a millimeter.
The Zombies behind Norse clung to his legs and arms as he fought with the lever.
One after another, the Zombies opened their mouths at him. Emitting groans and rotten breath that enshrouded him. But without any regard Norse used the last of his strength and pulled the lever.
The lever worked. That moment, the whole room was struck with intense vibrations. Surrounding walls fell like raindrops, as if struck by a totally massive earthquake.
The Zombies clinging to Norse fell weakly one after the other due to the vibrations.
The wall in front of him moved and a space about as large as a single person appeared that he would be able to enter.
When Norse jumped into the space without question, a terrible shaking enveloped the room with a crash.
The parlor where the invited dinner guests chatted after the meal was suddenly struck with intense shaking.
After the meal, glasses of liquor broke on the floor one after the other while coffee cups fell off the tables.
"Is it an earthquake!?"
"Calm down, settle down!"
The VIPs groveled on the ground and scurried about in a fervor.
A cup of Mylene's favorite herbal tea fell onto the floor, shattering.
Gilliam supported her as she almost slid from her chair.
"...Wha-- What on earth happened?"
Rain was also thrown to the floor.
Borrowing Gilliam's hand, Mylene stood and stared at a monitor.
But the screen and gone black and reflected nothing.
A dense cloud of dust still swirled in the hall.
Norse crawled out from the space in question while suppressing the ringing in his ears.
A heap of debris was spread before him. The limbs of the Zombies crushed by it were strewn about here and there.
He looks up over his head. The whole ceiling had fallen completely on the floor.
Maybe the ceiling dropped...
Five centuries ago, those who built the castle wanted a one-shot turnaround if they were cornered by an enemy. It was indescribably ironic, Norse was saved by a trap built by the ancestors of the Beardsley family.
He tried going back to the stairs beyond the mountain of rubble. But he noticed light leaking from a part of the wall that collapsed in the shock of the fallen ceiling.
Norse broke the wall with the shotgun left in his hand.
A large white child-sized plastic tube appeared from the broken wall. Dull light leaked from it.
Norse picked up his knife and tore the tube trying to open it.
Among it, countless very thick optical and electrical cables were jumbled closely.
Norse held his breath. This may be his last remaining turnaround...
He held the shotgun towards the tube. Then he shot rounds into the tube from point-blank range one after another.
The castle's administration room was enveloped in the red blaze of an emergency lamp triggered by Norse operating the dropped ceiling trap.
More than half the surveillance cameras had fallen inoperable and water and gas leaks occured everywhere.
The trap even made the walls in the passageways move, and several servants were sacrificed, caught by the falling walls.
In the midst of the chaos, a sudden blackout now struck the castle. All the rooms and corridors were wrapped in darkness all at once.
"It's a blackout!" "A blackout!?"
Switchboards and breakers were checked everywhere. However they couldn't catch up restoring them.
In the meantime, explosions occured in several parts of the castle.
The leaking gas caught aflame, fire inadvertently filled the skylight.
However, now that the administration room's power supply had failed, and nobody knew why, a sort of panic took hold there.
"What are you doing, hurry, switch to the reserve power supply!"
Gilliam's frustrated voice ran through the dark corridor.
"But the foundation line seems to be disconnected!"
"Then avoid those parts and rebuild the line! Hurry, you have to hurry..."
However, the curtain had already rose on tragedy.
Servants with fire extinguishers in hand clamored in utter confusion to quell the fire caused by the explosion of a gas pipe. Though they should've been communicating in the passageway, they unfortunately felt lost in the darkness.
Somehow, they still tried to stem the flames.
The airflow in the castle ran hot as it fanned the heat. Riding on the wind, a foul smell likee charred flesh flowed to those combating the fire.
On the other side of the flames blazing in the passage, a swaying figure shook. Then the shadow approached them slowly, both arms outstretched.
"No way, is that...?"
A Zombie covered in fire appeared from the flames. Then it latched onto the throat of the top servant, who'd remained standing in utter amazement.
He exclaimed in acute pain and heat. While dowsed in flames, the Zombie ate the man's flesh, taking his blood.
The servants panicked, discarding their fire extinguishers and fleeing in a scramble.
But eerie footsteps emanated from the passage where they were going.
The servants quickly stopped. With that, the circuit in the reserve power supply was finally replaced, illuminating the castle.
However, it was all already late.
Right in front of them, a group of Zombies approached.
With groans, countless arms outstretched and attacked the servants.
From the front and behind, the Zombies' fangs pierced their shoulders and throats.
Bright red fresh blood splattered from the mouths of the deeply encroaching Zombies, pouring down from above like a shower.
The feast of the dead had just begun.
"The electronic locks have malfunctioned, the Zombies are escaping!"
Gilliam cried out while taking in the images from the surveillance cameras that had just recovered in the castle's administration room.
All the images displayed on the camera monitors were already filled with Zombies.
"Yes, at the same time the locks from the passages in the underground floor were also released, it's likely that allowed the Zombies through."
"Do something! The castle will be destroyed under these circumstances."
Again with that, a new emergency lamp began blinking.
"Disastrous! The Zombies have invaded the gas research chamber. The system's been destroyed and it's likely the prototype nervous respiratory failure promoting gas VKQ-III's begun to leak!"
"...The poison gas is leaking in the castle!"
The guest room where the dinner party VIPs were gathered was now full of the smoke of the fire that flared everywhere.
They obediently believed the servants that the fire had immediately died down and were all waiting for the smoke to clear, still holding their mouths and noses with handkerchiefs, facing down on the floor.
Suddenly, the doors were pushed open on the corridor side. Smoke, thicker still, flowed into the guest room from there.
They saw shadows in the smoke. All the guests assumed it to be a rescue party.
"Oh, oh, have you finally come to help?"
The old lady closest to the door was tired of waiting and rose, approaching the shadow.
But she froze with wide open eyes at the shadow standing in the smoke.
Standing in the smoke was a Zombie whose chest was dyed in bright red blood from its mouth.
Half the flesh on its cheeks was missing, the bones completely exposed to view. It groaned, slowly approaching, air leaking.
Then the Zombie's large mouth found and clutched the old lady's face.
The guests gasped together at the scene. Even screams wouldn't come out anymore.
In front of them, the Zombie chewed and tore off her face.
Heavy bone-crunching and eyeball chewing sounds could be heard from its mouth.
Then blood mixed with saliva dripped slovenly, falling from its mouth.
...A person, it's eating a person. The guests were horrified by the sight in front of them.
The healthy old man who praised Mylène fell to the ground due to a heart attack.
From the wide open door, Zombies entered the room one after another.
The surviving guests went to the door on the opposite side. However, the Zombies appeared from there too.
They were Zombies of the servants and maids who served them dinner just a little while ago.
Now the guests, who'd relished the cuisine and wine they carried, were their very own meals.
And then a green gas flowed into the room from behind the Zombies.
It was a nerve gas that leaked from the gas chamber. The guests who inhaled it lapsed into dyspnea one after another and died convulsing.
However, the gas had no effect on the rotten bodies of the Zombies, once dead and revived.
While the devilish green gas rolled in, they began wandering in search of fresh food.
As the castle fell into panic, the man who played the role of the filming team's director had promptly escaped to safety in the parking lot.
He lost all his associates as a result and he himself escaped by inches. Though he pitied his dead associates, in the end they were merely relationships connected by money. He wasn't going to exact revenge at the risk of himself. Above all, his perception as a professional mercenary told him the stupidity of fighting those men.
...And oh well, he already had half the contract money in his hands. He wasn't going to commit suicide with the people doing such insane research.
The man opened the door of the four-wheel drive's driver seat and hopped inside. However, an arm suddenly pushed out and firmly cut into his throat.
Rotten eyeballs glared at the man over his ill-fitting focal sunglasses. The man was simply pinned down in the driver's seat. Rotten saliva fell onto the man's face with drips.
The man pushed desperately as the Zombie's arm tightened around his throat. He buried his fingers into its soft, flabby flesh only for rotten skin to slither off.
But it didn't care; the monster bared its teeth and neared his throat.
The sunglasses fell from the driver's seat, bouncing and breaking on the road. Fresh blood spilled on top of the pieces, forming a large puddle.
"Damn, this castle's done for already..."
Gilliam observed the atrocious events on the monitors of the management office and took a platinum disk from his breast pocket.
"What's that Mister Gilliam?"
"It's a key to open a direct line with Umbrella's chief executive."
Gilliam inserted the disk into a slot.
After a short demo of the Umbrella OS, it indicated that a direct line was now open with the chief executive.
Gilliam waited a little and quickly began to type.
"Mylène Beardsley has just gone out of control with her selfish actions in the development of the enhanced T-Virus strain centered here on Gadiwall Island.
Now the research facility has fallen into annihilation, filled with test subject Zombies.
Given the approval of Umbrella's chief executive in leaving the clean-up of physical evidence to my discretion, as a member of Administrative Division Special Unit Two; I will immediately strip Mylène Beardsley of all rights."
"Mister Gilliam, is this...?"
The Administrative Division member on the next seat looked steadily into Gilliam's face.
"...Verified. You are granted full responsibility for that girl."
Gilliam took a shining silver revolver from his chest.
A 6-inch .45 King Cobra manufactured by Colt. A powerful gun with a silver rotary cylinder in a long barrel shining with stainless silver steel.
"I was just starting to get tired of nursing that wretched girl. I'll bring down the partition walls in here and liquidate all of this. Contain the poison gas and open the path to me!"
At that moment, Norse finally reached the ground from the underground labyrinth.
But in front of his finally escaped eyes, he witnessed a disastrous scene unfolding. Out of control Zombies. Bodies tumbling all over. There was definitely some that had already started to become Zombies. In another few minutes the monsters would awaken and wander in search of food.
...Could Rain really be alive in all this?
The situation was hopeless. However, Norse didn't intend to leave this castle until he confirmed whether she was alive or dead with his own eyes.
From the front corner, the castle servants crowded as though tearing their chests. The green gas slowly hanged and followed them.
It's a nerve gas, fast-acting too!
Norse quickly began running in the opposite direction of the gas.
Heavy partitions began closing one after another behind him. The trapped gas was going nowhere fast.
Norse ran desperately. Then he passed through the gap of the final partition and arrived at what could be the very back block of the castle.
There was no sign of Zombies, monsters or the poison gas there.
Holding the shotgun, Norse advanced again.
Before long he faced a towering, jet-black and frosted metal door.
Neither a switch nor a keyhole was anywhere to be found.
But as he stood before it the door calmly opened, as if to invite him.
ACT-4 TO THE END OF THE NIGHTMARE
Norse was welcomed by chilly air within the room.
Into a stark open space there merely extended a cold silver floor.
Norse carefully entered the cold room ready with the shotgun by his waist.
Just as he stepped forward, drops of water fell at his feet; drip, drip.
Norse looked up at the ceiling. The next moment, his eyes were nailed there.
Huge flasks filled the large room's ceiling. One by one, they were entirely the size of humans. An enormous amount of the huge flasks hung from the room's ceiling.
Stored at a low temperature, their surfaces were covered in white frost. But liquids of various colors floating inside could be seen through the frost.
It was the humanoid monsters Norse had encountered in the underground passage extending into the castle from the laboratory, their whole bodies covered with reddish hair.
Norse slowly and carefully proceeded to the center of the room. Then a heavy sound occurred behind him. When he turned around, the door he came in had firmly shut.
But he'd already prepared for that when he entered this room.
"You've come to my divine laboratory at last."
When Norse turned to the voice, a large screen descended from the ceiling into the center of the room. Projected on it was Mylène sat on a chair. And at her feet was Rain, lying bound with her hands tied behind her back.
A sense of relief suddenly welled up within Norse. At the same time, he boiled with anger and hatred toward Mylène's wickedness in what she'd done to Rain and Kate.
"Mylène, let Rain go!"
However, Mylène's horrifying face was projected by the screen; merely giving a cold smile.
"... How dare you, why are you in my castle? Do you want to be torn apart? Or do you want to become a genetic sample for monster development?"
Norse involuntarily questioned the word he hadn't heard until then.
"Yes, the information organisms pass from one generation to the next in order to obtain superior "life."
"But it's connected to the Zombies. Doesn't Umbrella's T-Virus product create Zombies?"
Mylène shook her head slightly toward Norse.
"That's right. But they're failures. Wouldn't you want to be among my lovely monsters?"
Now that she'd definitely mentioned it, Norse had encountered humanoid monsters different from the Zombies motivated merely by the instinct of hunger, then a female monster with silver hair,
"Was genetic technology used for these monsters?"
"Yes, like myself, these humans are a new evolution through the artificial recombination of genes."
"Yes, I'm the crystallization of the Beardsley family's research."
"The Beardsley family's?"
"For generations, the Beardsley family have been masters in biochem fields such as brain physiology and bacteria analysis studies. They quickly began genetic research, which had become prosperous in this century. Then by the time average researchers had finally started tinkering with cattle and mice, my father had already been successful in "dominant human" experiments through practical genetic engineering techniques."
"...That's what you are?"
Mylène bloomed with a smile and pointed to her temple.
"Yes, my brain. There's a much heard tale that the human brain only uses half its functions. Father released the human brain's potential through gene manipulation and devoted himself to research in order to evolve it. And I'm the crystallization of this research."
"...His daughter was the result of human experiments?"
"He expanded the capacity of active cells by reducing electrical resistance between the synapses in the brain, dramatically increasing the speed and the amount of informational electric current and conducting extended rearranging of data banks. Through genetic recombination, he elevated its capability to many times that of the original brain, using computers to replace it as the foundation and thereby raising capacity and operational speed ...Can't you tell?"
Mylène further continued teasing in a retro musical-like way.
"Then I further expanded my given capabilities through modern cyber techniques. I built a DNA genotype mutual rewriting program and fulfilled a link between my brain and computers. I gained virtually infinite knowledge and networks in my hands.
Things as simple as sniffing out your career from the military's data banks. If you'd like, I can even jack a major nation's nuclear weapons from this edge of the north island, and I'll be able to destroy the world like some cheap novel!"
"...Oh my god."
"However, Norse, you've simply been getting in my way on this island. If you hadn't come, everything would've gone smoothly."
"You don't need to continue."
"I'll have you compensate properly for the crime of disturbing my ambition's success."
"Yes, the development of the Neo-T Virus to surpass the T-Virus. Then giving rise to even more powerful monsters through combining excellent genes. Then I'll literally stand at the pinnacle of Umbrella."
"Why do you dwell on the top of Umbrella so much?"
"Although the world believes Umbrella was founded by Lord Oswell E. Spencer, in reality, my father aided Lord Spencer as a business partner at the time of Umbrella's establishment."
"Since the time of its foundation, the Beardsley family's accumulation of biochemical research elevated the Umbrella Corporation to its current state in the world. After my father's death, it was a matter of course that I, his genius daughter, became an executive."
"Then you aim for more than the top?"
"Naturally? Why must I have to work under these stupid humans? Using the monsters I developed in this Beardsley Castle, I'll stand at the pinnacle of Umbrella. Then I'll control this world!"
Mylène said as she looked up at the group of flasks overhead, bearing an enchanted expression.
"But many have been sacrificed for such an occasion."
"I think it's fine. Since it's for making my dream come true."
With a look of innocence, Mylène aimed her gaze straight at Norse.
"I only miscalculated you, Norse. A creature that arrived here and broke through all obstacles and traps I'd set. In all honesty I acknowledge your ability. That is why I detest you and want you dead. I'm a renewed, dominant human, the masterpiece produced by the Beardsley family with all knowledge and creativity in my hands! I can never be defeated by an outdated human. Not one!"
An insane color had already appeared on Mylène's golden pupils.
"...I see. But Rain doesn't matter, let her go."
"Why bother with this girl, this girl who's not even worth becoming a genetic sample?"
"People aren't your tools Mylène!"
"...Why not? Foolish humans deficient in merit live worthlessly and die worthlessly anyway. Couldn't becoming a tool of mine, superior in everything from brain to appearance, be a long-cherished desire?"
"We're leaving. Whatever it takes, I'll save Rain and get away from here!"
"Hehehe... All right. I'll return your princess as you requested."
The screen's image is disturbed and becomes mere scan lines, and part of a wall slides and out comes Rain, freed from her shackles as if released from the depths, and the wall that slid closes again.
Rain was puzzled why she was suddenly freed, but quickly ran toward Norse.
Rain jumped into Norse's big chest. Even though his chest was covered in sweat, dust and smeared with blood, she knew it had all been for her and buried her face in peace.
Norse hugged Rain's body firmly. At the same time, Kate's horrible appearance a little while ago resurrected in his mind. One way or another... He must protect Rain!
Mylène was projected on the screen again and called out to the two strongly embracing in order to mock them.
"Imagine holding Rain with your hands."
Mylène's slim, supple white fingers ran through the top of a console box at the side.
Clank, one of the huge flasks overheard began to slowly turn.
Then the next moment, it dropped over their heads with terrible force with a lock sound outside.
Norse held onto Rain's waist and jumped aside.
In the nick of time, the flask crashed onto the floor the two were standing on and shattered. Scattered bits of glass and a thick culture fluid splattered all over the floor.
Then from that moment, a man-shaped monster slowly stood up.
"Get away Rain!"
The roars of the waking monster shook the air of the room.
The shotgun readied at Norse's waist was of no use.
The monster's eyes caught the two in its view. The next moment, it suddenly jumped. It growled with its strong muscles and its large body flew to the sky.
However, the shotgun's aim was correctly tracing its core. The awe-inspiring Itacha M37 fired.
There was a large hole in the monster's red body falling before their eyes. Its two meter large body rolled to Norse's feet, leaving a long, sad scream.
However, Mylène wasn't shaken at all and ran her fingers to the console again.
A new flask dropped and a new monster awakened from there again.
Norse's shotgun howled again toward the monster rushing at them.
The monster's head was blown away and it missed its prey, crashing directly into the wall past him, causing it to convulse on the ground.
"As expected; how about this?"
Several flasks began turning to the movements of Mylène's fingers. Locks were released and those that fell from overhead began to attack Norse and Rain one after another.
Shattered bits of glass and cloudy culture fluid danced all over the room.
Everyone for themselves, the awakened monsters attacked the two with all their strength just to avoid being crushed.
When combat shots were fired in tandem with the pump action in Norse's left hand, the monsters fell one after another.
However, seven shots were immediately spent. Nevertheless, the monsters wouldn't wait. Norse pulled the Government at his waist, grasped the gun and sent the pouncing monsters flying anew.
He kept squeezing the trigger towards the monsters getting up. The monsters consistently shot in the head were left screaming and sank into the sea of culture fluid.
While fighting the monsters, Norse tossed the empty shotgun to Rain.
"Hurry! Put shells into the hole underneath!"
With shaking fingers, Rain loaded the shotgun with the shells Norse handed her.
Norse fired the bullets left in the Government's magazine toward the monsters from his right hand.
The fangs of a monster attacking from the left ballooned all over Norse's view. Now its claws quickly flew toward the back of his neck and he reflexively struck its jaw with his left elbow.
When he dodged the blow and twisted his body, Norse grappled with the monster as it rolled to the floor now overflowing with culture fluid and pieces of glass.
The broken glass shards pierced his back through his jacket and a sharp pain coursed through him. The screaming monster probably suffered the same severe pain in the back as him, and at that moment, its movement dulled.
Norse didn't miss. While rolling, he shoved the Government loaded with a new magazine at the monster's throat.
He squeezed the trigger. With the gun's recoil, intense convulsions raced into the monster's arms bearing down on Norse, and it expired, hunched over his body.
From the gap beneath the monster's body, Norse fired the Government at new monsters about to attack Rain.
Norse blazed the Government.
The monsters ate bullets from the side to the temples, spraying blood but changing their target and attacking Norse, lying on the floor. However, he shot their foreheads before they could reach their prey.
The monster's splattered bodies merely became lumps of meat, and Norse climbed to his feet.
Norse knew he had emptied the Government. Counting the number of bullets had become a habit for him under any situation.
A remaining monster approached right before his eyes.
He wasn't able to reload a magazine. Norse threw the Government and last magazine to Rain and snatched the now shell-filled shotgun, firing at the approaching monsters exhaling rotten breath.
The Itacha M37's full capacity was emptied in a heartbeat. Then the monsters lined up in front left muffled screams, falling lifelessly to the floor one after another.
Only Norse's rough breathing and Rain's pale face remained in the sea of culture fluid, glass chards and heaps of tumbling monster corpses.
While fixing his erratic breathing, Norse fumbled in his pockets. However, the Itacha's ammo was now just a meager three. Looking up, there was now just a single flask hanging from the ceiling.
"You've run out of ammo, haven't you...?"
Without even turning to the screen, Norse loaded the shotgun with the final three shells.
Fresh blood from his back had already dyed his arm, dripping after piercing the countless glass shards when he rolled on the floor. But despite the pain, his eyes were filled with fire.
"After all that Norse, you think this child is a companion?"
Her fingers typed the touch key "M" three times.
Then, the flask remaining on the ceiling was engulfed in vibrations.
Fine cracks ran along the surface, spreading throughout and becoming a fissure.
That next moment, the flask broke scattering culture fluid and glass shards from it, and a silver-shining shadow jumped out.
When he thought it would spin once in the air, it danced in the air again and landed, kicking the floor at the same time.
It soared up into the air, hit the ceiling and attacked Norse, who held the Itacha in his hands again, without giving him time.
The next moment, sharp claws as long as knives pierced his left shoulder. Although his consciousness involuntarily drifted into excessively sharp pain, Norse still pulled the trigger toward the silver shadow undaunted.
However, the silver shadow surprisingly turned around suddenly and dodged the bullets fired at it from point-blank range.
Then it back-flipped three times, escaping the Itacha's aim and letting out a high-pitched roar from its mouth; preparing to attack again. It was the silver-haired female monster that stood bearing the full moon at the hilltop.
Norse pointed the shotgun's muzzle toward the monster. However, the opponent dodged the two rounds fired from that position. He wasn't able to pull the trigger next.
"Hehehe, it seems even Norse has trouble dealing with Millenia. How do you like it? The power of the warrior birthed by the N•T-Virus and my dominant genes?"
"...Born from your dominant genes?"
"That's correct, Millenia is another me. She perfectly understands how I feel. Isn't she different from the imbeciles created by the crude T-Virus?"
The silver monster created from Mylène's DNA slowly approached its prey while uttering a low growl.
It seemed there wasn't even a single cell useless for fighting within its agile muscle-covered body.
"Rain, have you filled the magazine!?"
Flew Norse's tense-grown voice.
Rain responded in a faded voice with the Government in her hands.
"You can shoot anytime now."
Norse's sweaty hands readied the Itacha M37. He aimed well at the hybrid Millenia monster. However, Millenia easily dodged even when he pulled the trigger. There was nothing that could be done. Millenia could attack him now at this moment. He can't attack because Millenia would simply measure the timing of his aim. Then it'll definitely pierce through his throat rather than his shoulder...
The same gold eyes as Mylène peeped out from the gaps of its silver hair. It caught Norse in the center of its eyes and aimed at even the smallest opportunity to attack.
They both gradually moved aside while maintaining each other's distance.
They didn't blink once. The one that averted their attention from the enemy, even for an instant, would die.
There's little ammo. How do I fight this damn thing? How do I win!?
"Neither of you are interesting right now. How about this?"
The fretting Mylène used the console. Two, then three new empty flasks appeared on the ceiling and began to turn and fall over the two's heads one after another.
Norse jumped aside to avoid them. Millenia jumped the opposite way.
Many glass pieces broke, scattering and flying in the air, blocking Norse's view.
The next moment, all the glass shards were stained by a silver shadow.
Flick, flick, she jumped out before Norse's eyes.
He desperately squeezed the trigger of the shotgun. However, Millenia twisted her body's reflexes phenomenally and dodged all two remaining rounds.
Her mouth roared louder and her sharp fangs shined. Millenia closed in on Norse at terrible speed.
Norse caught the fangs with the barrel of the shotgun by a hairbreadth. However, her powerful fangs cut deeply into the metal cylinder trying to bite it.
With both arms, Norse forcefully turned the shotgun Millenia had bitten back toward Rain.
"Shoot it Rain! Shoot!"
"It's fine, shoot!"
Determined, Rain aimed the Government with both hands and pulled the trigger.
However at that moment, Millenia's fangs crushed the shotgun's barrel right in half. Millenia collides with Norse and both get stuck in the sea of culture fluid.
Rain's bullet cuts through the air and hits the wall. She quickly aims again. But she couldn't measure the time to fire as the two struggled rolling on the floor.
Millenia's fangs aimed close at Norse's throat again. He pulled the combat knife fitted on his right foot and desperately fought back. The fangs pounced straight toward their prey.An acute pain ran through Norse's left shoulder again. He twisted his body to avoid a direct hit to the throat and Millenia pierced his left shoulder, damaging it with her claws more deeply.
Norse's knife also pierced Millenia's left arm. However, there was no longer any power in his hand to grasp the grip. Millenia put power into the arm the knife was stuck in. The knife was pushed back from within the muscle, being flicked off.
"I wonder how my other self's strength is. What about earlier, did you think I was bluffing, Norse?"
The triumphant laughter of Mylene, projected by the screen, echoed.
Norse had no means of another counterattack. He was powerless held down by the monster Millenia and once it pulled out the claws embedded in his left shoulder, it went for a large backswing at Norse's throat.
Millenia's approaching claws stopped some centimeters from Norse's jugular at the sound of Mylene's voice.
As he slowly raised his body and scurried away, Rain rushed up to Norse, holding and raising him up, his left shoulder dyed in blood.
The picture on the screen switched off and the part of the wall where Rain was stuck slid again, and Mylene appeared.
"Appears the game's stuck. Value your life? Then bow down before me, Norse!"
"...Never. I'm a human being."
"You're significantly dull-witted. Fine, I'll never have to hear that insolent mouth again."
Millenia took one step forward again, as if sympathizing with Mylene's thought.
Rain involuntarily pointed the M1911 at Millenia.
"...Just ry and shoot. But will your finger pull the trigger before Millenia's claws slice your neck from your body?"
Holding the M1911, Rain went stiff. Before long minute quivers began running through her entire body.
Mylene was right. No, Rain would be impaled by the lowly-groaning monster, she didn't seem able to pull the trigger.
But under this situation, Norse would die...
But suddenly the whole room was struck by huge shaking. Consecutive explosions sounded from the distance.
Mylene cried out.
A loud explosion shook the room further.
"An explosion, now, could it be..."
"Yeah, that's the sound of the power reactor exploding. This castle's already finished, Mylene."
Everyone looked back toward the voice.
The part of the wall where Mylene emerged slid again, and Gilliam clad in a pure white unstained suit emerged.
"Gilliam! You aren't supposed to enter this room like that..."
"Oops, seems that's the end of the princess's affection. Former Umbrella First Research and Development Director Mylene Beardsley."
"What are you saying? What is the meaning of this!?"
"Have a look at this."
Gilliam thrust a piece of paper at Mylene, who read it aloud.
"Umbrella Pharmaceuticals Board of Directors Official Mandate No. 5927-DY-99. We have reached a decision concerning the improved T-Virus strain prototype experiments on Gadiwall Island. The Beardsley Castle research facility has been destroyed by your absolutely selfish operational conduct and concurrently you have caused the deaths of all our important trading partner's corporate executives, this is too much even if we take your past achievements into account. Therefore, as of today First Research and Development Director Mylene Beardsley is hereby dismissed and full authority is entrusted to a member of the Administrative Division!"
"That's right, from this moment, you're just a lone girl with nothing."
"...Impossible! There's no way, I... I was created by the Beardsley family as the perfect next generation human..."
"No, you are a failure."
Gilliam said coolly at the girl whom he waited upon until just a few minutes ago.
"Looks like your mischief's over, Mylene. This wouldn't have happened if you'd been docile and obeyed the company."
"...Gilliam, you are..."
Mylene's voice trembled with anger and hatred.
"You made a test site just for yourself deep in the castle under the pretext of developing an enhanced T-Virus strain, repeating human experiments at random. As a result, the castle's underground is full of Zombies, then researchers infected with the virus became Zombies prowling outside the castle, tossing the ball to us to wipe your ass. You're an awful princess. In addition, the top brass still received reports you were creating a monster like this."
Gilliam determinedly approached her, twisting her right arm hard.
"What do you think you're doing!?"
Not caring about Mylene's pain, Gilliam took a watch-shaped transmitter from her wrist and flung it on the floor, stamping on it.
The monster Millenia had been lowly growling till then, but then almost stopped moving as if it fell asleep.
Rain waited for her missing uncle and confronted her fears in pursuit of her friend, believing in herself until the end.
She was able to fight this far because it was for herself. Then she was able to pull this trigger.
Rain grasped her uncle's Government in her right hand well and fully narrowed down the trigger.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Against terrorists, you empty a magazine without mercy until you completely take their life, even if it means children. That's the iron law of CRW.
One after another, the impact areas split open on Mylène's small limbs.
One after another, the flowers opened on her white dress like blooming roses of crimson blood.
Then she slowly fell to the off-silver floor, bouncing lightly and dying.
Rain muttered in a shaken voice.
Norse briefly replied.
Until now Rain had forgotten where she was and looked down lamentably at the dead body of the girl genius her age.
However, there was almost no time left for them anymore.
"Come on Rain. Let's get out of this hell as soon as possible."
Rain nodded to Norse's words and they bolted to the remains of the open wall section where Gilliam had disappeared while she supported the staggering Norse.
As they ran, the ceiling flasks fell one after another to the incoming shakes.
The only remaining room was where Mylène's remains were and the monster Millenia was created from her genes.
But at that moment, the halted Millenia's golden eyes began to shine dully.
"Hurry! There's only three minutes left!"