The Raccoon City Police Department had always smelled of coffee and aftershave in the morning, greeting all who came in early enough with the smell of old spice. Nothing had changed from the night’s prior…No one had noticed a thing. No one had changed….no one knew.


Forest Speyer entered through the small S.T.A.R.S office door with his usual chocolate milk bottle safely tucked in his rug sack he had slung over his right shoulder. First as always into the office, sometimes even before Enrico and Wesker were there themselves. He carried himself to his desk as he always did in the morning…with a scowl upon his cherubic lips that allowed everyone to see his hatred for mornings. Yet, as the day would go on he would become his usual southern good Ol’ boy self that everyone knew and loved very much.  

Forest was just not a good morning person.


Forest was a handsome young man in his late twenties. Long, dark, chestnut brown hair that splashed against his back like a dark tide every time he took a step. He held keen, but joyous green eyes. Tall, with a medium build, lightly tanned skin with a tattoo here and there. Long intricate fingers that at first glance one would not know they belonged to a soldier. Yet, despite his looks he always dressed in ratty clothes, even his S.T.A.R.S uniform matched his usual dress he wore outside of work. In a way Forest Speyer resembled a rebellious teenager more than he did a soldier.


Forest grunted softly as he rested his rug sack upon the ground next to his desk, and then removed his chocolate milk from it habitually. But not seconds after Forest entered Chris emerged as well, as if they had been speaking on the walk down to the office.


“I’m telling you they were hiding someone down there!” Chris called out to forest, finally reaching his subordinate at his desk.


“I think you should keep to your meds or at least get more sleep, Redfield. Too many horror movies will do that to ya.” Forest’s sweet southern voice mixed with the early morning dew and sunlight, gave his words, however harsh, a sweet kind of light. Forest kicked his rug sack across the floor as he found himself a seat at his desk, rolling his eyes on occasion when he heard Chris speak again.


“I’m not lying, Forest. What reason would I lie?!” Chris stammered angrily, slamming his workload for the day onto the floor.


“I swear I saw a man-“


“Chris, it was just your nerves. There is no way in hell that is possible. That sort of thing is not scientifically possible. We barely have video games mastered, and now you’re telling me that we can grow people in tubes? You’re off your rocker.” Forest’s southern twang interrupted Chris once more, only making the hot-headed marksman angrier.



“I know where they kept him; I swear if you would just come with me I could show you!”



“Kept him?  As in he WAS there? You mean he isn’t there anymore?” Forest replied in a sour tone, popping the top off of his chocolate milk bottle as if Chris were explaining something he heard from in the tabloids.


“No, well I helped him esc-“



“Before you even finish…” Forest interrupted Chris once more, placing his chocolate milk bottle upon his desk's cool surface before weaving his intricate fingers together and resting them beneath his chin.


“..Please...Please, think of how ridiculous this sounds. Chris, I can’t read the bible without thinking it’s a crock of shit. And even if this were the case…Why in hell would they leave the ‘secret door’ unlocked, and the door to this ‘Secret laboratory’ so obvious to someone who might enter the room by mistake?”


Chris was silent.


“I know what I saw…If you would jus-“


“Alright, alright, Fine! I will go with you when we get off, if only to humor you…but I swear, Chris if this is another prank like the one you pulled last year-“ Forest began but was interrupted.


“Don’t worry about it…it’s no trick. Ok? I’ll try and get some of the other guys along. You have to see this”


“Man…You sure you’re not coming out on me are ya? Like the closet is a metaphor-“


“IM NOT COMING ON TO YOU!!” Chris roared angrily at forest, knowing  there would be one of his famous quirks thrown into this argument somehow. Forest only recoiled and laughed in his chair, sipping innocently upon the milk bottle’s tip as if he had done nothing wrong.


“You know I am just playin’ with ya..” Forest trailed off as he felt a cold draft whisk across his bare shoulders…And instantly he knew why.



“Good morning, Captain Wesker, sir” Both Chris and Forest rose from their seats to salute the older man as he entered through the small S.T.A.R.S office door.  Wesker stopped mid walk, and focused his hard gaze upon Chris.


Chris shrank as he felt Wesker’s cold, shielded gaze on him, reminding him of his Re-occurring dream and the man he found last night.


Wesker remained silent for a moment, only nodding slightly in acknowledgment of the salute. Not daring to divert his gaze from Chris for even a moment. And what Wesker said next made Chris’ stomach knot up with dread.


“Chris…I need to speak to you…Privately...”


                               He knows…Oh god he knows…