Resident Evil (Jean Hobbs) - Part 9

"Alright sweetheart, but you stay behind me in case he tries something." I mutter. Dean nods.

"Thank you."

"Now, start talking Shane." Alex said, arms crossed as he glared at Shane.

"Okay. So I know that they gave you their so called 'gift', when really the bitches have given you the Las Plagas. How the duck man hasn't got it though, is beyond me. I've been monitoring the Prime Minister's nephew since he first got here just over a week ago. Dean, when do you think they shot something in your neck?"

"Um...the first or second day I think." Dean answered, his voice quite quiet and a little high pitched.

"So that shit has been in your system for what, seven or eight days? I've been watching you, to see how this thing is developing. So far, there aren't that many signs, though I believe they have given you a stronger one than all the other locals."

"Wait, so the locals have this...this thing as well?" Charlie asks.

"Yes. You unlucky sons of bitches have it as well. Along with the rest of your group that seem to have left you."

"Do you know what happened to the Italian girl?" Bing butts in.

"Bing, what are you on about?" I sigh.

"The Italian girl Alex and Charlie told us about earlier...Marzia was her name I think."

"I know Marzia! I don't know what has happened to her though." Dean tells us.

"Oh yeah, Marzia. She was brought here because she had some ties with the Italian government or something. Anyway, she got thrown into the lake with that weird fucking...'fish' shall we call it."

"And how do you know this?" Charlie asks.

"I saw it happen."

Everyone fell silent. I looked at Dean to see that his face has suddenly gone very pale. Charlie and Alex look at each other with shock and sadness on their faces. Bing...I don't know what Bing is feeling. His face looks sad, but his eyes look fearful. Bing is just a puzzle that is very difficult to piece together. 

"To be honest, I don't see how you're still alive. I mean, you seem to know everything because you've seen them." I say, breaking the silence.

"I'm very good at hiding. And I'm surprised to see Dean's still alive...well still himself anyway. And you for that matter."

"Me?" I ask, genuinely confused. I mean, I only had that thing injected in my neck a day or two ago.

"No, the duck guy. Yes I mean you, dick. I overhead a couple of the locals saying that your Las Plagas is better than theirs."

"And how does that affect my life span, exactly?"

"Well if my theory is right, if yours is better it must also be stronger. If it's stronger, it should take over their host faster. Not to sound like a dick, but I would say that your days left as yourself are numbered."

"That's a reassuring thought." I mumbled.

"And I'm sorry to say Dean, but your days are also numbered, seeing as you have been a host to this parasite the longest."

"Great." Dean squeaked. "Just great."

"Don't get your hopes down just yet though. There is one person, you probably know him, who may be close to finishing the cure. He has pills that slow down the growth of the parasite, and he has a sample of the Las Plagas as well. I think I know how you guys can get out of this mess..."

There is a short silence as Shane stands there thinking. He stares at the ground as he mutters inaudibly to himself, shaking his head occasionally. Then his eyes grow wide and a grin makes its way onto his face.

"Well? What is it?" Alex asks, growing impatient.

"I can't tell you yet, but I will tell you as soon as I have this all figured out. Bye, fuckers." And with that he left.

"Wait!" We all shouted, but it was no use. He was gone.

"He was useful, yet at the same time he wasn't." Charlie said as we all turned to face each other. We all murmured in agreement. 

"I have a feeling we'll see him around soon enough." Alex said.

"Yeah. I mean, if he knows all this then obviously he gets around this place quite quickly. How he does that without getting killed by these crazy bastards, is beyond me." I say. "Now come on, let's go."

"Onward's my friends!" Bing yelled as he marched forward with confidence.

"Bing!" I called.

"Yes?"

"Wrong way."

"Oh, of course. I knew that. Why are you questioning me? I'm sorry. Stop shouting. Great Scott, you did this to me! You did this Jack Howard!" Bing continued to ramble like this as he started to walk in the right direction.

"Is he always like this?" Dean asked from behind me, I turned to face him and shrugged.

"Yes, but after some time you get used to it. Besides, it's good to have someone like him around in a time like this."

"I suppose."

"Now come on, let's catch up with the others."