I do not own Resident Evil, if I did Wesker and Steve would still be alive :( Any way… This is my first Story and I think is decent… Any who Let's begin This is a shorty chapter, sorry :)
Raccoon City… oh everyone seems to remember that day. They know there's nothing left of it except a miserable hole in the ground. Very few know firsthand how horrible that night was. Oh, they knew of the virus that Umbrella created that reanimated dead cells (Bringing the dead to life) and how if a live human was infected it could cause horrible mutations. Even fewer know how it felt to survive it… almost everyone… died (They didn't stay dead very long though). But it is here our story takes place, where a young girl walks alone.
She looks to be no more than thirteen years old, but if you look closely she seems older. In fact, she's exactly fourteen and ten months. Age can be a nasty shock sometimes. She was not a stupid girl, she knew of the virus and what it could do, she saw what happened to those that got bit. Living on the streets was nothing new to her; she'd been living on them for awhile and knew them rather well. She heard a small rasping sound half way between a moan and a growl form around a corner. She tightened her gloved hand on her hand gun, which was her prized possession, and pointed it at where the noise came from. Nothing moved; not a sound.
She still was not stupid; she knew the infected could play dead (no pun intended). She rather not risk the chance of surviving by letting her guard down. She narrowed her icy blue eyes trying to see the source of the sound; still nothing. She waited, making sure to keep her head tilted in just the right angle to keep her raven black hair from obscuring her vision. Then there was a familiar cry as a frightening figure ran toward her.
She fired twice; no more was needed. She stared at the body somewhat happy it had been one of the infected and not a live, uninfected human. A small satisfactory smile spread across her face, but it disappeared as quickly as it came as a wave of dizziness swarmed her brain. She abruptly sat down, her back up against the wall. "I'm Eliza Thornbred," she told herself firmly. "Mom and Dad died in a car crash… now I'm all by myself… not that I mind." The last part she said smugly. It barely helped. Ever since she was young, Eliza suffered from a medical condition which caused her to become tired and need sleep if she overworked her mind and/or body. Once, when she was a timid girl still living in an orphanage, a boy challenged her to a race around what was called a "playground". She won but she slept for eleven hours after that, she barely made it to the finish line. The tiredness became all she could think of.
I'll just rest my eyes for two minutes…
But even in her current state of mind, she knew that when she woke up it might already be too late.
Their name tags indentified them as Joel Green and Aston Green, brothers, their name tags also claimed that they were head researchers for Umbrella.
"I highly doubt we'll find any out here, Joel," Aston complained, fiddling with his gun. They knew about the missile that would be sent to "fix" the problem. The virus would be gone and so would the city (plus anyone left, human or infected). They were also aware of the last Umbrella helicopter that would be leaving the city. And they would be getting on it, as soon as they found what Umbrella needed.
"Aston," Joel said, "found one."
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