++++++ I decided that it was time to try my hand at a Resident Evil fic. I will be staying as FAR away from the movies as possible, this will be all game territory here.
The only thing I will be messing with is the timeline-making certain events a little more modern instead of way back in the late 90's. Rest assured it will all be the same. Dates will rarely even be mentioned.
Anyway, I hope I can stay as true to the events as I possibly can.
As fellow Resident Evil fans, I hope you can guide me and help me I make any mistakes. Do not abuse me for doing so. I'm not new to this universe but probably newer than most.
I hope you enjoy.
I do not own.
TK is mine.
Christina belongs to Suki Uchiha Lamprouge who will be helping me with Tangled Lies.
- MonsterSlut
Full Summery (cause there's never enough room)
Ordered to take a much required vacation from the DSO, Christina Burnside finds herself in a situation she never wished to be in again. Surrounded by the undead, old enemies come back and friends long since dead return with secrets of their own. Finding herself on the run, Christina doesn't know if even her best friend can be trusted anymore.
Pairings:
Chris/OC
Leon/OC
One
There was nothing but trees.
Nothing but trees as far as they eye could see in all directions, trees and what would be considered one of the most gorgeous countryside's in the world. A gorgeous countryside obscured by the view of a small cell phone screen trying, and failing, to get reception.
Stuck in the middle of the Romanian countryside with no reception and a tour bus full of tourists traveling through Europe. Not exactly the perfectly planned vacation.
Christina Burnside had been in the land of blissful ignorance beside a little old Italian lady when the world's worst tour bus had blown a tire. The bus driver slammed his foot on the break, throwing everyone forward, it was enough to jolt Christina awake. The little voice inside her head was mocking her for attempting to glared reception into the phone-usually her glares were good for getting something done.
But not today.
"I see it is pointless, bella signora, no reception?" The many tourist from inside the bus were outside enjoying the fresh air, some were trying to help the bus driver whilst others complained. This particular man was the son of the little old lady who sat beside Christina. Oh Christina knew all about him, his mother had shown her pictures and told her all about his childhood much to the poor man's embarrassment.
"Worth a try," Christina huffed, tucking a strand of her wavy auburn hair behind her ear. "You have too many vacation days, they said. Go on vacation, they said. It'll be fun, they said. Liars."
"American, si?" he inquired. "I am Alessandro Norelli. I must apologise for my mother. She is on the eternal quest to find me a wife."
"Christina Burnside," she smiled, taking pity on the poor guy. "And if you must know, I already have a boyfriend." Her friends had always said that when it came to insisting men, stating the obvious always helped.
Alessandro Norelli chuckled, scratching his head. "I have someone, little old Italian mothers do not accept the fact their perfect sons are gay. Sitting there listening to her sell my childhood to you, I felt as though I should apologise, bella Christina." He took position beside Christina as they looked over the side cliff and down into the valley of green below them. "Romania is very beautiful, si?"
Christina shrugged, her violet eyes scanned the sea green. She was so used to a sea of concrete, metal and glass that this particular blanket of fern green was foreign to her. "If you say so. I'm actually on my way to Rome. Thought I'd take the long way around. Haven't had a vacation in years." She played with the necklace around her neck, memories of long ago were held inside, memories of foolish adolescent hopes and dreams of times long since passed.
"Forgive me, bella Christina," Alessandro frowned, "but should not a best friend charm only hold one charm, not two?" He shifted a little in his spot. "My sister and her friend have such charms-I could be wrong."
Christina laughed. "You're right, Alessandro. My friend, who this belonged to, died, four years ago. She gave me this charm when we were twelve, we promised that we would always be together forever. Childish, isn't it?"
"Forgive me," he replied. He turned his gaze back to the rickety old bus, watching the men try and change the tire. They were each arguing in Romani about the best way to do the deed. Alessandro laughed.
"It's certainly most entertaining isn't it?" Christina laughed. "It's like watching a sit-com. One of those really old, inappropriate sit-coms." Her tummy growled, protesting it's hunger, so excusing herself, Christina climbed back inside the bus to find her travel bag, there was some pistachio nuts in her bag that she could happily munch away on, counting down the hours till she was in a nice hot bath in her $800 a night Roman hotel suit. Years of not having a life had made the pennies save up enough to afford a very expensive room for five days of rest and relaxation.
Humming to herself, an old song they used to make up words to as teenagers, Christina searched away from her pistachio nuts. There was not a care in the world for this young lady despite the current situation.
"Mrs Norelli?" Christina smiled, turning her attention to Alessandro's sleeping mother. "Mrs Norelli, are you well?" The older woman would not wake from her sleep. A horrid thought suddenly occurred to Christina and she horridly checked her pulse, sighing with relief when she found it was constant and steady. "You have got to stop reading those books before bed," Christina muttered to herself.
Slumping down in her seat, she attempted once more to check the reception on her cell. Still nothing. Christina sighed and turned her phone off, if she continued to check the reception like this, her phone would be dead within hours. There was nothing to do to pass the time but read and luckily she had just the book to read.
An ear piercing scream tore through the makeshift roadside stop.
Christina scrambled to her feet, jumping over Mrs Norelli to look outside the bus. Through the trees they came, one at a time but in a never ending sea of the undead. "Oh no!" she gasped, memories of that horrific night flashing before her eyes.
The moan, oh it was a familiar moan. Many nights that moan plagued her dreams, making painful memories drift to the surface-memories she had tried to forget. She wanted to be strong, so strong and brave but all she could do was cry as those memories mocked her for her pain.
"I diavoli lavorano," the old woman whispered, making the sign of the cross against her chest. She started praying to God to save them from the devil.
"Close," she whispered, "but it's not the devil." Christina ran to the front of the bus, not remembering if she ever saw the driver with a shotgun or any kind of weapon at all. She had second to find something, anything. Fate was not on her side.
Seeing a flash out the corner of her eye, she ran to the back of the bus, choosing to hide in her seat on the floor. Her mind wanted to come up with a plan, any kind of plan but her traitorous body wouldn't comply.
Go on vacation, they said. It'll be fun, they said. Liars.
Her whole body was shaking with fear, the sound of ripping flesh echoed in amongst the screams and pleas for help. Just like it was back then.
She was stronger than this, the past…her past proved it.
Christina Burnside was one of the rare survivors of Raccoon City and she would not go down a coward! Not today. Getting to her feet, travel bag on her back, Christina walked down the isle of the bus, time seemingly coming to a standstill as her feet hit the rocks and dirt outside. She kneeled to grab the bloody tire iron off the ground, using it to smash the head in of the infected who was too busy to notice fresh meat.
Ignoring the blood splatter covering her clothes, Christina spun around, delivering the same treatment to the monster that came at her. No, Christina Burnside was no coward and she would not die like one.
Ahead of her, amongst the carnage, four soulless sets of eyes found her. Christina stumbled back, holding her tire iron in front of her but gripping it so tightly her knuckles were white. She used her free hand to kiss necklace. "I will go down, fighting like you." She looked to the sky. "See you soon, friend," Christina whispered.
A sudden but very loud shot rang out across the valley. Three more followed
One by one, the foul creatures fell to the ground with a sickening crunch and a splatter of blood, covering her boots. Christina's eyes widened in horror when she saw a figure in the distance holding an assault rifle. As good as she was, she was no match for an advanced piece of weaponry like that. Years' worth of instinct and training kicked in and screamed out for her to duck and roll, as she did, a fifth shot rang out across the clearing, taking out the creature behind her.
Footsteps approached the cowering woman and she peered ahead to see a pair of blue booted feet. Not exactly attire of someone out to rob them.
"Christina! To your feet!"
Christina gasped. That was impossible! Her hand went straight to the necklace she wore as she was pulled to her feet. "TK!" she gasped. "How?"
Emerald eyes stared back at her, emerald eyes nestled in a stubborn, dirty face. Her right hand held out a Beretta 92FS, loaded and ready to go. "Follow me and don't fall behind!" Spinning around on her heals, hunting knife in one hand and rifle in the other, Terra 'TK' Kennedy, long since dead, carved a bloody path through the undead like a vengeful spirit out for blood.
++++++ Translations according to Google translate:
I diavoli lavorano =The devils work
Bella signora = Beautiful lady ++++++
Si = Yes