"I'll boost you across." I was terrified to hear those words, but I didn't want to look weak. I had to lie to him. "Okay, I'm ready." I ran up to him and jumped onto his hands, he then threw me across to the other side. I've always hated being alone. Not just because we were in a life threatening situation, not because two heads are better than one, its because every time I'm alone, something bad happens. In December 1st 1997, home alone, I receive the news that my parents have died. I laid on the floor sobbing, cold, scared and alone. March 5th 2000, Paris France. Umbrella officers are trying to kill an intruder, instead they kill my uncle. Once again all alone.
What will happen to me now? I stepped down quickly from the roof to the center section. The coast was clear, but not for long. I waved to Chris to insure my safety, that's when they charge in. I turn around and raise my gun. There's too many! "Chris help!" I yelled. I felt like a child, defenseless and scared. They begin laughing at my cowering. They raised their weapons, they not only wanted to kill me, they wanted me to suffer, I fell on my knees, lowered my head and closed my eyes. Death, now so close. No! I will not be a victim, not again! I raised my gun and, in a fit of rage, assaulted them with barrage bullets. I continue to run down the second flight of stairs, leaving bloody footprints behind. I reached the bottom level. I bust through the door as fast as I can, I wanted to be with Chris again. Chris made me feel safe, like I had a chance to live. He was the only person I trusted now. I got the outside of the door. I started hitting the lock as hard as I could. "God let me see through this." I felt as if one of those crazed maniacs were behind me.
I then turned to see a man with a burlap sack over his head. Then I noticed a chainsaw in his hands! It rattled like a car engine. It sounded horrible. I started hitting it harder and harder. I wanted to be with Chris again! God break already! OH GOD! OH GOD! "Sheva, watch out!" I turned to see the chainsaw lunatic slash his weapon down towards my face. I jumped out of the way to doge his attack. I hit the ground hard. The pain from my elbows traveled to my shoulders, it hurt like hell, but I couldn't make a noise. When I tried to get up, I realized I couldn't. My senses were shot, my muscles were weak, my stomach was churning with terror, I was in such a state of shock that all the objects around me became a swirling ocean of colors. I noticed a green swirl, it was Chris. That's when I saw swirls of grey impale the lunatic. The blood from the wounds splattered on my chest. It was disgusting, it felt like boiling water against my skin.
I finally gathered the strength to get on my knees. Sweat ran down my face, with a rush of wind it made me shiver. The sun beat down on me like a sledge hammer, it was blazing hot. I finally got up on my feet and emptied the clip of my pistol into the lunatic's head.
The lunatic fell to the ground. I staggered across the ground and fell down into Chris' arms. He pulled me up. "Sheva, are you feeling alright?" I looked down on the ground to see blood seeping through the burlap sack that covered the lunatic's face. I vomited on the floor. "Sheva, we can stop if you…" "No, I'm fine." Chris picked me up and placed his arm around my waist and rested his hand on my stomach. I reached my arm around and placed it around his waist. I rested my head against his shoulder. We walked through the gate to the east of the complex, not knowing what laid in the future of our mission, but one think was sure. I was no longer alone.