The Postponed Tragedy of

The next few hours- days?- passed in a sluggish blur. The claggy smell of mold and rot infested his lungs as he felt himself carried, half conscious, through the stuffy Louisiana air. Another blink, and he felt stone against his back again, heard the low hum of an AC unit and incandescent lights. The stench of rot had lifted, replaced with mildew and urine. An underbite of mold remained. A deep voice rumbled somewhere beyond him, telling of another presence, but he couldn’t make out anything against the molasses coating his senses. Another blink, a shadow crowding his wandering vision. “You ain’t get to die on us yet, boy.”——Before Ethan Winters, there was Clancy Jarvis. Clancy, a man who was just doing his job, and who went through the three layers of Baker hell, only to burn to death at the hands of Lucas.What if he didn't? What if he survived a bit longer? And what if he had a bit of moldy help along the way?This is an entire rewrite of all the Clancy tapes, from the derelict house footage to Happy Birthday, with the escape that he deserved.