Disclaimer: Resident Evil is not mine
My name? I don't think I know who I am anymore. It's rather complicated, you see. Yesterday I finally felt like I had a purpose in life. Like I finally had my priorities straight. But today, something happened, Something out of the ordinary. I try to keep calm but I can feel the blood coursing through my veins ever so painfully. I grab the cordless phone. No dial tone. Suddenly the lights begin to flicker and die out. "what the hell is going on," I think to myself. My thoughts are pushed aside when the pain hits me once more. The blood is pumping more violently with each passing second. I quickly run down the hall and burst into the bathroom. My reflection in the mirrors before me nearly frightens me to death. I really don't want to get close, but I have to make sure it's me. I take a few steps toward the mirror. My knees are shaking. My heart is racing. I stop and look closely. My eyes are an odd shade of red. That's when I begin to panic. I'm running now. Running through the dark streets, soaked from head to toe. I don't know where I'm going but I'm scared and my better judgement is impaired. When I finally stop to catch my breath, one person comes to mind. "Chris." I suck in a mouthful of air and exhale heavily. My hair is wet and drops of water are running down my face. The lightening is blinding and I jump at the sight of it. Once again I begin to run. It's late and there's not a single car in sight. It feels like I've been running for ages. My feet are throbbing and my heart feels like it's going to burst out of my chest. Its not long before I see the house in the distance. I look back just to make sure there's no one following me and I trip on a crack in the sidewalk. I land hard on my hands and knees but I don't feel a thing. There are so many other things on my mind that the pain doesn't even phase me. I quickly pull myself off of the ground and continue to make my way toward my destination. As I pull my way up the front steps, I don't even think to ring the doorbell. I begin banging my fists on the door so desperately. I yell his name once, Twice, Three times, but he still doesn't answer. I start playing with the door knob and to my surprise, it opens. Not a single room in the house was lit. Hoping that my eyes would adjust quickly I walk inside and yell his name again. No answer. I quickly walk forward and nearly stumble over something on the ground. My vision suddenly becomes blurry as I look down to see what it was. I blink a couple of times to clear my vision. Nothing. My eyes begin to burn again but this time it's excruciating. I shut them and cup my face in my hands. I drop down on my knees hoping that the pain would stop. Unfortunately for me, it doesn't. I try opening my eyes anyway, forcing myself to ignore the pain. I gasp when I realize that Chris was lying right in front of me, blood soaking through his white shirt. I suddenly begin to panic as I reach out to check his pulse. I yell his name once again. No answer. I start to shake him, praying that he'd open his eyes but I stop short when I notice something. A small note beside him. I grab the piece of paper, blood soaking the edges immediately. My heart is racing. My eyes are burning. Everything is so wrong. I pull the piece of paper close to me and begin to read. "There's nothing you can do Jill. It's living within you. Your dead, you just don't know it yet."
