Raccoon City Waterworks & Cistern (Eastern Most Passage)

Denied to leave without at least a Level 1 'Green' Clearance from an Umbrella ID bracelet or a Red Umbrella Security Card, workers in the Waterworks or Water Purification Facility would always make sure to at least have on them at all times if they liked to enter the Ravengate District Sewers/Waterway (here). This was a security measure put in place to keep from trespassing and thus, doors only open on the waterwork side, well, in the case of using a Red Umbrella Card Key:



However, a proximity sensor was built into the panel, allowing those with the newer Umbrella ID Chip system access from either side- so long as they were a Level one or 'Green' Chip status or higher usually given to Guests at Umbrella facilities:



Without it, access within the facility from the sewer side is neigh impossible, lest you have no trouble finding a gap in one of the tunnels filled with murky water and have equally no trouble getting dirty...

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This area of the Waterworks is also referred to as the 'Cistern' and is in the eastern most section of the Water Treatment Facility hidden under the Raccoon City University. One of the above mentioned gates, Area A3 is currently the only accessible entry point from the sewers that is still safely operational.



It leads to a winding series of corridors that cross a deeper, underground canal, and from here, to the right, one can see parts of the treatment plant as well in the distance:


(Waterway Tunnel, South End)

But it cannot be reached from here, as a ravine that is deep enough to drop to one's death stands between them and a considerable distance apart that cannot be cleared by normal means...



Continuing on the lain-out path, however, leads one to the Cistern:



A large chamber that normally fills with water and has various other passageways that lead deeper into the facility. However, crossing over the rickety path brings one over towards East Waterway, directly underneath Racoon University's Administration Building:



(East Waterway Exit/Entrance point Admin Building Side)

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"Ugh, this is the pits man..." Jack Cavanaugh sighed, using his light to see ahead of him as the tunnel got dark again ahead of him. He left Yoko to continue on without him and hoped she would fare better than he. He was walking through a river of muck, and couldn't avoid it yet. It wasn't till the tunnel got wider, and he finally saw a stairwell leading up out of the freezing, putrid water!



"Oh thank God for that!" Jack quickly headed up the stairwell and took only a moment to look around with his light on. He didn't see much, but the path was dryer at least. This should make things easier. He mentally remarked, foraging ahead. His heavy boots clanged on the metal grating, and he was reminded of that 'Gamma Lab' he had been evicted out of. That was a crazy water ride... never again, I fuckin' hope! He thought. He had almost drowned, and it was because of that he was stuck on this side of the Waterworks. He used his light earlier on the pathway that took him in, but it was too deep and filled with all sorts of dangerous debris that had been carried with him when the Gamma Hunter Facility flooded and was then unceremoniously expunged. Twisted metal, glass shards, those frog monster's who hadn't yet woken up... it was too risky to attempt, even if he wasn't water laden and freezing his ass off.

Jack soon found it easier to see, thanks to overhead lights, and flicked off his maglite, sliding it back onto his belt. There... must be heading into the more modern sections. Sounds like something roaring ahead of me... Jack thought, and drew his rifle for safety, before he found the railings lead him into a wider tunnel. "Woah..." Jack gasped, as he stepped off grate onto concrete and brick, and marveled at the raging river of water that spilled out below!



"A ravine..." he said under his breath, his voice obscured by the loudness of the raging water. He could see a catwalk to the far right of him, but ahead of him the path simply crumbled into the watery abyss. "Not gonna test those waters, thanks..." Jack uttered, looking to the metal staircase to his left. Of all his 21 years in Raccoon, he never imagined so much space existed beneath his feet! It was kinda terrifying that all the shit he'd seen had at least been down here since the 70s, if not further back! And I wonder if Umbrella has something to do with it... I didn't want to speak up about it with Yoko... but if Umbrella is involved in this in some way? I wonder just how deep it goes... is her sister implicated for these things? I'm sure, NONE OF THIS is legal! I'll have to worry about that later I need to rest a little... he thought, still feeling hurt from the fight with the monsters, and the water ride of doom. He took the stairs up to the top, before turning around and taking a seat. Just to calm his nerves, he took out the pack of cigs from his breast pocket of his vest again, and the lighter, before lighting one up. The warmth, the smell... it helped ease some of the pain as he let the tobacco corrupt his lungs a little more.




While taking this calming smoke break, he took his Maglite back out, and checked the walls and flooring of the tunnel system he was inside. He was listening carefully as well, as well as he could over the loud noise of the flowing water beside him that was, as well as the rattling pipes and the hundred-year-old brick that made up some of the structural supports groaning under stress...

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Jack couldn't see much of anything beyond the scope of his light. He saw 'A3' painted on walls around him, some as 'Area A3'. He didn't understand their meaning as he smoked his cigarette in peace, the sound of the water flowing beside him obscuring much of his hearing. However, there was something he could just barely hear. Underneath it all, he could hear something soft. It was a constant, muffled thudding...

Thump thump thump thump...

"The hell is that...?" He pondered out loud, letting the cig hang limp between his lips and he looked about. Nothing was in front of him or at his sides-

-thump thump thump thump...

-but it continued to emulate, and it was getting louder!

"Seriously, what the hell is that?" He asked himself, standing up, looking around with the light. He checked everywhere ahead of him and at his sides, so turned around. His light flashed upward, and he just saw it by chance! Jumping a little, Jack drew his rifle, half-holding the Maglite and the foregrip at the same time as he raised it at the big ass spider crawling on the ceiling!



"Jesus Christ!!" He spat, his cig bouncing off the stairs somewhere below him! He didn't need to use the scope; the thing was a monster! It had to be well over the length and width of a full grown German Shepherd, it was massive!

He pulled the trigger 3 times, sending .223 Remington shells screaming at it!

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Two of his shots hit the creature, but as it lunged for him off the ceiling the third missed! "Shit!" He spat, diving underneath as it hissed through the air, one of its limbs having broken off when it received gunfire. He glanced back while on his stomach, and saw it was turning around and climbing on the wall towards him! "No no no!!" he spat, pushing himself off his feet and sprinting down the corridor with his rifle and light! He didn't look back, but heard something liquid like being projected at him, which then 'hissed' as it hit the metal grating below him! I don't wanna know what its doing! What the hell man, first frogs, now giant ass spiders?! He saw a path to the right ahead of him, and took it, before stumbling into the outstretched hands of-!



"SHIT!" he spat, grappling with the moaning, zombified waterworks worker, using his AR15 to bar off its rotting, gnashing teeth from biting his face! Shit, can't deal with this right now! Jack then swung the man around, throwing him in the path of the spider before backing into hardhat worker! This one he felt, as its hard hat slammed into the back of his head, and he could feel its cool rancid breath flowing across his neck! "NO!" He screamed, swinging his elbow back, slamming it into the former human's sunken cheek, before applying pressure with the butt of his rifle against the side of its head! It stumbled away from him, pulling him by his hoodie, making Jack choke before he broke free of it! He backed away, noting the spider was now hopping towards him! "SHIT!!" He screamed raising the rifle blindly, pulling the trigger five times! The creature's light body was actually halted by the .223 round, and then another forced it back as it hissed! He took off another pair of its limbs, and then a bullet burst its thorax or whatever that big bulb they had was called!

However...

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-the monster's abdomen burst into at least 20, smaller spiders as the larger fell flat on the walkway. The zombies shuffled about moaning as Jack shined his light down on them... and by little, they were smaller than their momma... they were each roughly larger than a fucking TARANTULA!! "What the fuck!?" Jack shrieked, as they converged upon him, along with the pair of moaning zombies! "Fuck-fuck all of this!" he spat, turning around swiftly and heading up a set of stairs that lead around a corridor, hearing the chittering of the smaller, slimy spiders giving chaise while the zombies were traipsing slowly behind... on that note, as Jack was running through the dark and winding corridors, he wanted to make a mental note of those zombies... They... they were rotting. They look more like a zombie should. Those we encountered in the parking lot, the torso that revived... Jesus... how long has this been happening if they're this badly decomposed?!

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Jack slowed his pace, and swapped his current AR15 magazine for a fuller one when he realized he was no longer being chased. He didn't like the idea of what a large spider like that could do to a man, but it was the shambling corpses problem he left behind's problem now. He swapped the rifle for his handgun as his surroundings shifted from that of a maintenance corridor to an older, layered brick tunnel.



Using his light, he could see 'A3' spray painted in white on the walls, so he supposed he was still in the same... area? God I hate this place...

He noted that some of the support struts were broken, and lacking bricks which piled up unevenly along the damp corridor. "So much for my feet getting dryer anytime soon..." Jack grumbles as he continued ahead, feeling a little wearier. He couldn't get his mind off the creepy crawlies... those eight-legged freaks. He was as put off by spiders and bugs as the next person, but that was a basic human response developed by their ancestors to avoid things that skuttled. But... there was something absolutely primal, and just... fucked about seeing a large ass spider the size of a dog leaping for your flesh! He thought his new fear was completely rational, and he felt itchy because of it.

I really gotta get the hell out of here...

Jack's boots echoed off the halls as the floor got slightly dryer, and the room seemed to get warmer. He could see light as he turned the corner and flicked off his light as he entered a large brick layered cistern!



"Woah..." Jack stared up in awe at the high, domed ceiling, and looked down to see water flowing far below him, like he had in the ravine area just before the spiders. Water dripped off the pipes above, and the sound of dripping water, steam escaping vents, and the rattling of metal echoed around him as well as the muffled roar of the flowing water deep down below him. He looked around carefully, trying to see if there were anything he should be worried about or for anything important...

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He flicked on his flashlight, and slowly scanned around himself. "...oh boy." Jack silently lamented.

Below him, there was a large horde of those mostly decayed zombified workers with the occasional random civilian among the shambling group:





He could see bodies lain across the concrete flooring below him, and most interestingly... 'fresher' zombies among the order of yellow hard hats:



Well, some of them looked more 'fresh' than others, but they shared something in common: gear. He could see that they were wearing ballistic defensive gear. Flak jackets, combat vests, solid black fatigues, tactical masks, gloves, webbing, boots, googles. They looked like special forces, like SAS or even like a Black Ops group in the movies! But he also seen guns.



MP5's...! Damn, they're stuck down there! He mentally lamented, not wanting to risk putting himself in the eyes of a horde... but then again, he needed to restock his supplies. The Heckler & Koch Maschinenpistole 5, or MP-5 was a submachine gun world famous since the late 60's having been developed in West Germany during the Cold War. He knew the weapon well enough, as Kendo regularly performed maintenance for the R.P.D.'s inventory... which meant as they repaired, inspected and cleaned them, they... got to shoot them by the Sherrif's department or in the RPD shooting range now and then. It was a fantastic weapon, very accurate, select fire, and he saw it had a flashlight attachment as well. Could be useful regardless... since the MP5 is 9x19mm, I can use ammunition to supplement my dwindling handgun reserves. He mentally noted. However... he didn't think he could make it down there safely. Not without some form or rope or a ladder at the very least. He preferred the, heh, latter.

Puns in his head aside, Jack counted the shambling ones... and came to about 18 zombies. It was two rounds shy of a full AR-15 magazine. If he had some assistance, maybe someone to shine a light down on them and spot for him, he could easily take them out like the zombies in the parking lot up top...

I'll have to come back here, if I can find it... if Yoko were with me. He closed his eyes and sighed. "Okay, no worries. I'm not too hurting for supplies... but this would be a tremendous boon for sure." he says to himself, rubbing his eyes. He was curious about the reason for such heavily armored men to be down here in the first place but didn't want to conspire by himself. He had to find topside, find Rin, and get the hell out. I'm sure Robert will repay me with a restock of weapons and munition, unless he's hoarding the stuff like a dragon. Not that he would, he's too much a softie for that. Jack half scoffed, as he trains his light on a tunnel across from him.

Jack blinked and re-read the stenciled marking on the wall twice more, before smirking. "R.C.U. Administration B3..." he read the words out loud and felt like he was on fire. Sweet, I'll be not too far away from the Gymnasium, though I apparently passed it since my travels in these dark depths. God, it feels great to see a light at the end of this hellish tunnel! Jack mentally remarked and began walking around the ring of the Cistern, slowly scanning the walls and floors again for anything he may have missed before he would leave...

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Jack turned the flashlight across the way... and saw 9 bodies sprawled out on the same level as he, but on the opposite side of the cistern. The flooring which connected the outer, mesh ring he walked upon was broken off between where they lay, and the entrance to the tunnel he wished to take.

He also noticed, that the path he was trying to take had been worn away and the rest of the floor had crumbled to the lower ring beneath him perhaps 30 or so years ago. Rust and metal decay was heavy on the metal mesh he was standing on now, and he began to feel anxious about his footing. Gotta take care not to let the floor break way, or I'm joining the 18 below... He thought, and looked back to the nine figures sprawled out on the ground across from him.

Six of them wore orange, had yellow hard hats- some with the Umbrella sticker on them, but three were dressed in black like the sizable group below:



They looked terrible, having been torn apart before they died. He wasn't sure if they were zombies or just plain corpses, but... wasn't going to give them the benefit of the doubt. His eyes falling to their riggings, their ammo pouches, the radios...

"SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-!" The timing couldn't have been worse, as the radio on Jack's belt belched out static as he was getting closer to the surface again! "Shit...!" He whispered in a harsh tone, pausing to fumble with the radio and lower its volume. He wasn't sure yet why he carried it, having found it earlier in the aforementioned parking lot off those guys who had the AKMs. A quick scan with his light to see if the zombies noticed him. They were... rather lax about his light, but the moaning echoing around him grew more intense as they could hear the alien crackling of the radio. He had to assume then, by such logic, the batteries in the radios of the men in black were either switched off, broken, dead, connected to earpieces or a little of all. But... the nine didn't seem to revive upon the echoing of his acquired radio, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Man, I haven't even thought of the others in a while! I'm such an asshole! Jack mentally shamed himself.

He now hoped Amanda and the others were safe. He saw Zoey get devoured by a giant snake, but it spat her out before it gave chase for him. I hope they all managed to escape, hell... maybe they found Rin before me? That would greatly expedite things... but I'd rather they be safe. Rebecka was pretty distraught by Zoey, and Zoey... is she alive? God I hope so... Amanda was looking for her friend too, hope she did. And those two other girls... I hope everyone made it out alive. Jack silently prayed, as he calmed himself down and turned the light to the path he needed to take. "Fuck..." Jack groaned.

The... way across was a literal trapeze. He would have to monkey bar across via the pipes and drop down in front of the tunnel. He didn't care for heights, and... God had a way of fucking him over on what he thought or cared about. "Shit..." he added to his already muddled vocabulary in the moments he'd stepped foot into this fucking mess. Okay... don't panic. You can do this... you have to do this, John. If you don't, you'll have to find some other way around, and the longer you stay here the far more likely we'll fucking be murdered by some other science project from hell!



Jack wished he had a ladder or rope again, as it would have made things less of a hassle. Well... guess I got to give it the 'old college try'...! He thought as he packed his things and prepared to make the crossing! He climbed up a nearby fence with large slats that reminded him of the wall that separated him from Yoko. He climbed upward, before jumping over to the pipes! "Eyyup!" He grunted, grabbing hold of the pipes, his body and weight only shifting the larger pipe slightly, and was just realizing he could have scalded his hands had this been a hot water main or something! He hung there, maybe ten feet off the ground... trying not to know that as he forced his head upward, and twisted his heavy, soggy body around to face the tunnel he wanted to venture down. Okay, just... one hand... in front... of the... other! He thought as he began to swing himself across the bars, before he turned sideways and began to shimmy instead.

The pipes groaned while the zombies below moaned, as Jack strained to keep himself in check, keeping a decent pace as he shimmied his way across the dusty, greasy pipes! His fingers felt stressed, but Jack ignored the pain as he continued to pull himself along the pipe. The pipe continued to shift and groan, and now Jack was as well! Jack's bugged out, dark blue eyes glared up at the support for the pipe which began to shutter and whine under his weight! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfu-! Jack repeated in his head, screaming internally as he picked up the pace! The pipe was groaning loudly now, and then shifted completely, before the section Jack was holding onto snapped and swung him down and forwards like a pendulum! "Nononononononooooooo!!!" Jack screamed as he held on with a death grip, his body swaying with the swinging motion of the dislodge pipe that swung the poor lad towards the tunnel entrance he wanted to head into, whilst also expelling large amounts of water which showered downward, into the abyss below the cistern! Jack continued to scream as his fingers slipped and he was launched from the swinging, now broken pipe onto the small portion of metal mesh walkway in front of the entrance to the Admin Building B3 Area!

He hit the metal mesh grating hard on his chest, but that didn't force him to crawl quickly to the tunnel entrance where he clawed himself back onto his feet, spurred by the sound of the pipe falling into the abyss and the sound of angry zombies around him! "Jesus... Christ... I thought Yoko told me no more 'recklessness', huh? Dumbass! Shit man... shit...!!" Jack panted heavily, feeling his heart pound out of his chest. He held his chest as he watched the zombies below bug out, and shamble around for prey.

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Jack, having thoroughly calmed himself down enough now, peeled off the smooth, brick and mortar wall and turned to face his entrance to the University once again. He grimaced soon, as he was again walking in ankle deep water...that quickly descended to knee and mid-thigh deep water! "Aww Christ..." Jack complained, and trudged through the gross, brackish, dark grey water... Nothing about this day's been sanitary... He sighed.

He followed the closed off tunnel, the brick and mortar shifting to solid concrete, and fluorescent lights now lit up the tunnel ahead of him. Jack was escaping the old-world cistern and winding brick sewers and reentering the modern age.

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The current had pushed #86 deep into the sewers, with several more specimens behind it funneling into a wide sewage pipe that allowed four of the B.O.W. containers entry, before the rest clogged up the drain. The water pressure decreased a bit, as the four containers dropped down into the abyss below, into a man-made ravine of 1910s sewer architecture. #86's container bounced off a wall, rupturing its upper hatch's lid before falling into a mountain of filth and sludge that made for a relatively soft landing. The other three containers followed suit, landing elsewhere in the darkness. For several minutes, there was nothing but the sound of the roaring 'falls' from above the containers.  

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"A ravine..." he said under his breath, his voice obscured by the loudness of the raging water. He could see a catwalk to the far right of him, but ahead of him the path simply crumbled into the watery abyss. "Not gonna test those waters, thanks..." Jack uttered, looking to the metal staircase to his left. Of all his 21 years in Raccoon, he never imagined so much space existed beneath his feet! It was kinda terrifying that all the shit he'd seen had at least been down here since the 70s, if not further back! And I wonder if Umbrella has something to do with it... I didn't want to speak up about it with Yoko... but if Umbrella is involved in this in some way? I wonder just how deep it goes... is her sister implicated for these things? I'm sure, NONE OF THIS is legal! I'll have to worry about that later I need to rest a little... he thought, still feeling hurt from the fight with the monsters, and the water ride of doom. He took the stairs up to the top, before turning around and taking a seat. Just to calm his nerves, he took out the pack of cigs from his breast pocket of his vest again, and the lighter, before lighting one up. The warmth, the smell... it helped ease some of the pain as he let the tobacco corrupt his lungs a little more.




While taking this calming smoke break, he took his Maglite back out, and checked the walls and flooring of the tunnel system he was inside. He was listening carefully as well, as well as he could over the loud noise of the flowing water beside him that was, as well as the rattling pipes and the hundred-year-old brick that made up some of the structural supports groaning under stress...

The roaring of the falls beating down on its containment, did not drown out the voice of Jack Cavanaugh, nor the flicking of his lighter nor the spur of said lighter igniting the wick. The creature spasms inside its container, stirred to life now that the embryonic fluid which kept it in a near catatonic state was diluted to the point that the Gamma was revived! The beast stretched, but found it could not. Sensing the edges of its container, 'seeing' without eyes, the blind creature reached up with its good, only usable arm and gripped onto the lip of its container with thick, webbed claws! The creature used its muscular frame to pull itself up from its protective shell, finding itself swimming in 20 or so feet of muck and filth before its amphibious head poked up from the murky water's surface!

#86 listened to the sounds of movement from far above, could sense the gait of various creatures and animals which... already seemed to be programmed into its mind. It could hear the bristling of the many hairs on the mutated spiders eight legs as they shifted from brickwork to steel, the boots sliding on the grates of catwalks of former humans... knowing they were not suitable sustenance given how rotten they were by their scent. The booming of gunfire hurt 86's hearing, the sound of it further along as Jack fled from various enemies. Jack, by his scent... was alive. More capable of sustaining 86's life and bolstering its power.

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It took some time to get used to the current, mainly using its hind legs to tread water being down to three usable webbed appendages as opposed to the usual four. Even so, 86 was quite confident in its swimming abilities as it waded towards the sound of the falls. It cared not for the slumbering trio from the labs sunken below it, being too drawn in by possible sustenance to be of any service to its slumbering brethren. Hunter Gamma usually worked in pairs or by themselves, as there was an advantage for the Gamma to work with its own kind, but 86 was almost more Alpha than Gamma in some aspects... thus it felt braver, and more capable of performing solo actions than rely on the Colony for an advantage. With some aid of its strong body, the tall and amphibious hunter began to swim up the rapids of the sewer runoff!

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