Hey Readers! I decided to write a story, due to the fact that I have WAAAAY too much free time. This is my first attempt at a story, sooo... yeah, sorry if it sucks.
Disclaimer: I don't own Resident Evil or anything else...
I was gasping for breath. I had been running from some freaks with guns for hours, wishing that they would give up. I leaned against the wall of the abandoned school. I heard some shouts in a foreign language. "For the love of God, why won't you quit?!" I asked, running again. I rounded the corner and ran into someone. The person grabbed me by the arm and yanked me into a building nearby. "Who are you?" I asked. The person took off their hood and I gasped upon seeing his face. He was obviously older than me, he had blondish hair and I could recognize him from somewhere. "Leon. I'm here to help you, Melanie." He said. I shook my head. "What the hell is going on here?""Hell on Earth isn't much of a stretch." Leon explained. "You're here to help me? Help me how?" I asked. He looked into my eyes. "Well..."
There it is! Chapter 1! Sorry it's so short, but I promise the next chapter will be longer!