DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN A MAJORITY OF THESE CHARACTERS. THIS STORY IS RATED M DUE TO VIOLENCE AND UNCOMFORTABLE SITUATIONS. VIEWERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

SHREDDED

A BETTER DAY1

CHAPTER ONE: BREAK FREE

SHERRY

I'm greeted from unconsciousness by the repulsive smell of my blood that painted my grimy skin and coated the gray shirt I have on. I look on the ground to see Albert Wesker, my captor, sleeping with a bottle in his hand. It had been five months ago when I was first kidnapped, beaten, and drugged, but today that was all going to change. This was it, my chance to escape.

I place my feet on the wooden flooring as I push myself off the bed onto my numb wobbly legs as quietly as I can. I'm really weak and slow, but some how I manage to make it to the door. I open and close it quietly before I take off in a run. My speed is equivalent to someone walking in ten inch heels. I'm not making much distance. I feel pain that's excruciating and impossible to bear. I don't know where it's coming from and I don't stop. I need to make it to that fence.

After a couple of seconds, I press my dirt caked hands on the crusted metal wall that separates me from freedom. I start my climb up the cold fence mustering up all my strength to pull my feathery weight up it. I make it to the top of the fence. I swing my legs over to the other side and drop down planning to land on my feet, but instead fall forward and land on my front causing the object that was bringing me hurt slip further into me. The pain is so unendurable that I can't even squeeze a sound out. I slowly push myself onto my feet struggling to support my weight.

I limp down the sidewalk dark and empty of the abandoned neighborhood struggling to see from the lack of light. After a few twists and turns, I make it to an alley. I see light at the end of it... I see a gas station! I'm almost there, I just need to keep going. But this time, I stop. I fall on my knees. My head drops low enough for me to see the wound.

I see the handle of a small knife, but the blade is deep inside me. I... I don't remember this happening. I begin to grow lightheaded and numb from the pain. I find some inch of strength and crawl. I'm almost there. But soon, the pain becomes so overwhelming, I can't even bring myself to move anymore. I sit with my back pressed against the wall and wait, I wait for death. I close my eyes as I gasp for air.

I failed.

We promised that if one of us escaped, we'd go get help and save each other. I escaped, but it's only a matter of time before I finally die. It's what I deserve. I failed them, I didn't save them I-

"What the hell?" Says a voice. A man voice. Look up to see a tall man with short blonde hair wearing a black leather jacket standing over me. When I saw him, I didn't know if he were like those other back at the warehouse, or if he were just a normal humane person. But he's someone. He's my chance. I begin gasp for air as I lift my hand out to him.

"H-help... Help me. Please. Please..." My vision goes blurry, but I keep my eyes on him. He pulls out and dials a number. He grabs my hand assuring me everything is going to be all right with a soft smile. His hand is warm and clean, complete opposite of mine. I hear a faint voice come from his phone.

"Hi, I have a young woman with a knife in her stomach. Her breaths are growing shallow and she's losing consciousness. She looks beaten down. I need an ambulance now or she won't make it!" His yelling voice begins to fade out as I tiredness overcomes me. He gets closer to me and puts a hand on my right cheek. "Hey, you're gonna make it, just hold on." I give him a soft smile as my eyes close.