Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil (owned by Capcom) or any characters or anything attached to the resident evil franchise, I only own my own characters sergeant major Caterham, Captain Thomas Enzo and Private Aaron Wright.
Just Another Day At The Office
Days after returning from service in the war against Russia, Delta squad finally got their well-deserved rest.
Or so they thought.
A new bio-weapons test has caused a mass outbreak all over the world, and Delta team has been called in. It seems that there is no rest for the weary…
The Only Easy Day Was Yesterday
10:35am; Local Time
I arrived to the army base I trained in, the country I loved… Home.
I looked up to see Captain Enzo looking at the photo which he held all through the time we were in the war together. I could see the relief on his face. A smile broke across his face, for the first time in a long time I might add. I should break the silence of our thoughts but the only things we really had in common was the war and the joy of going home. What conversation could possibly be made between two people, whose previous interactions involved killing people and saving each other's lives? You'd think that's a good reason to be good friends. You'd be wrong.
"So what are your plans for the time we got off sir?" Private Wright asked the Captain.
But the Captain remained silent, just concentrating on his photograph like his life depended on it. To him, it probably did. I decided to remain silent as I don't like making attachments to fellow servicemen. It'll only result in more pain when they get shot.
Or worse.
I shook the thought from my head with a small shake of my head. It was something I didn't feel like dwelling on.
As we got to the barracks a great sense of relief spread through our small group like wildfire. We were finally here. Home. I suddenly felt my heart pounding, as if it was trying to burst out of my chest. Finally, I can try to forget about the bloodshed in Russia, the white snow tainted by the blood of friends and foes alike. But even I cannot forget the sound of gunfire and the smell of burning buildings and the screams of pain. I can only try and ignore it.
As we headed towards the other servicemen and women who also was returned home, I couldn't help but find out if the other members of Delta was on the road to recovery after sustaining various wounds in the attempt to clear a path to Moscow. As I approached the General he just shook his head at me and I instantly knew that my fellow comrades would not be returning to the line of duty.
Or their families, for that matter.
I debated to myself whether to tell the Captain or not, although he seems fixed on his photograph, but we all had received some form of pain out in the field. Unfortunately I had the worst of the three of us who wasn't in body bags; that was a gunshot wound on my leg and my arm as well as a scar on my back which was made by some bastard insurgent's combat knife.
Imbedded in my mind like a plague, the war still was going on and will continue to do so unless the Russians finally accept that it is over or the death of their current leader and I didn't care which way it went, as long as this war ends. I went over to the Captain and Private Wright.
"The others are confirmed K.I.A." I said, voice flat and even.
I finally got the words out only to see Wright's face drop like a lead balloon, but the Captain said nothing and just walked away, leaving me and Private Wright to do the talking. So I followed the Captain's example and went in the same direction.
Captain Enzo approached the General and began to converse with him. I turned to see where Wright was to see him slowly making his way to us. This was it. After talking with the General, Delta would be finally out of here. Until Enzo turned to me and Wright and said:
"We have another mission to do."
Wright and I just turned and looked at each other. Getting over my state of shock, I managed to splutter:
"What?"
But I thought I knew what was coming next… turns out I couldn't be more mistaken.
