Piers Nivans sacrificed himself for the sake of the future, or so he believed. But the very thing that was suppose to have killed him, saved him. Years later, Piers is back and ready to continue his fight against bioterrorism.
»title« hymn for the missing
»feat« piers nivans, chris redfield + more
»genre« horror, thriller, drama, zombies, sad
»rating« r
»warning« if you haven't played Resident Evil 6, you might want to skip the rest of this forewords. It contains spoiler alerts.
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»prologue«
"No, Piers, don't! You can still make it out!" Chris yelled, watching as the younger man limped his way over to the escape pod controls. Piers glanced at his mutated arm, then back to Chris who was staring at him through the pod's small, round window. "Goddamnit Piers!"
Reaching up with a shaky arm, Piers grabbed hold of the pod's lever and turned it with a small grunt. He pushed it in, activating the escape pod.
"No!" Chris slammed his hands against the sides of the window, looking Piers in the eyes when he came back into full visual range. "Piers! Open the goddamn door-that's an order!"
The two stared at each other for a moment that seemed to last forever. Chris glanced down, realizing that his rank meant nothing at this very moment. There was no way in hell Piers was going to open the door. He looked back up at Piers, almost whispering "no..."
Piers gave him a slight nod. The escape pod jetted out into the ocean. Chris' view of the younger man that sacrificed everything slowing becoming blurred with the hazy water as he screamed out his name. Piers stood there, the underwater facility slowing collapsing around him.
"I'm sorry Captain."
