Hi! This was originally on my Wattpad, but I decided to put it on here! Please review and tell me what you think! OH and I don't own Vampire Academy, OR the stuff from Resident Evil!
Chapter 1
My name is Rosemarie Hathaway. I never thought things could get any worse after Dimitri said the words. I can still hear him saying it in my head. Echoing, repeating, never allowing me to forget.
"Love fades, mine has." When he said it, my whole world tumbled down, my heart was ripped out of my chest and torn to pieces. I thought that was the worst thing that could have ever happened to a person, having their heart broken. What made it worse was we were still at war with the Strigori. And even worse than that, a new race has started. One that infects people and makes them eat flesh, no soul, no life. In a way, they are worse than Strigori.
They don't just drink your blood and leave you to die or turn you into one. They eat your flesh and insides. One bite, one scratch from these creatures and you turn into one of them. They are also made, not born, just like the Strigori, but they are no where near as fast or as strong as vampires. They aren't smart, their name...zombies. Now I know there is no end to my suffering.
After Dimitri said those words I ran away, far away. I left court, I left Lissa, Adrian, I left everyone. I had left in search of a new beginning, a new life. Instead I ended up trapped inside a isolated city that a viral outbreak of a kind of virus started. Is this truly the end of the world as we know it?
Over time the virus spread and the human population dropped to the point of almost extinction. If it was this bad for humans, how do you think the moroi and dhampires were doing? Those of us few left alive stayed on the road and never stopped very long. Towns were bad and big cities were impossibilities.
Racing through damaged and bloodstained streets of Chelan,I would like to think that this whole goddamned thing is just another one of my nightmares and I'll wake up soon. I was glad that *gulp* Dimitri mad me run so much and I could handle myself but I was getting tired after thirty minutes of running for my life. For example, the sun is being one hell of a bitch with it's heat waves that it sends down apon the now desert like town. It doesn't help me very much that I have to try and reload my TMP while running away from the fuckers trying to eat my brains out behind me.
I silently curse at the heat and the fact that I realize I am running out of ammo. The thin layer of cloths that I wear include a pair of black shorts with big pockets on the side, a black form fitting tank top, thin white socks and some black combat boots.I also had my brown hair up in a high pony tale. I had gun holsters on my waist, thighs, and I had a combat knife in my right boot. I also wore black fingerless gloves. Yea, I sorta like wearing black now, but not in a goth way.
"Just a little further! Just a little further!" I push myself to run faster. I could see the small diner up ahead where I could hide for a while. But luck wasn't on my side at the moment as I came tumbling down and got a moth full of dirt.
"SHIT!" I cried out. They were a few feat from me and one was about The five or so that were around me already dropped dead and in their place a man with emo style bernett hair and blue eyes came into my line of veiw. His hand reached out for me to take and I gladly let him pull me up off of the ground.
"Come on we gotta get out of here!" He shouted and we ran like motherfuckers to the diner. He shut and barred the door as I sat down on a bench to rest myself. He sat down across from me and looked me up and down. As did I.
He was really muscular and he wore a body fitting black shirt and some black cargo pants and black combat boots. He had holsters on and what looked like government issued guns.
"So, you wanna tell me who you are?" He asked.
"My name is Rose Hathaway. You?"
"Leon S. Kennedy. It's nice to meat you." We shook hands.
"What's with the 'S'?"
"Stands for Scott. I thought it sounds better than just plain old Leon Kennedy." I shrugged.
"You a cop or something?" I ask him curious.
"Hardly. I'm a US government agent. I was working for the president but after...resent events...I just couldn't...let's just say I couldn't take it. There was someone there that was to much of a reminder of...bad memories."
"O...kay?" He shook his head and stood up.
"I should probaably look for any good food here so we have food in our stomachs."
"Let me help." I said getting up. Something about this 'Leon S. Kennedy made me feel better...safe, something I hadn't felt in a long time.