Disclaimer: I don't own Resident Evil. I'm just a kid who sits in front of the TV too much.
Izzy Doll: New story!
Rayne: First, you don't want to write. Now I can't get you off the computer. What is up with you?
Izzy D.: Up? The only thing up with me is my ceiling.
Rayne: That made no sense.
Izzy D.: Exactly.
My name's Claire. Claire Redfield, to be exact. But, you probably already knew that. It's been two months since I've escaped Rockfort Island and the Antarctica Umbrella facility with my brother Chris. The small group that I'm in is ready to take down Umbrella for all the horrific things they've done. But, for now I think I should stop talking and keep running.
Right now I'm in another facility owned by Umbrella outside of Rome, Italy. Not to mention I'm being chased by two men with handguns. I came here with Rebecca Chambers, who is running right beside me. I glance at her and see she's wounded one of the men with a quick shot. I hear the clatter of a gun dropping and turn around to see the remaining man has pulled out a faster, more modern handgun.
Almost simultaneously, Rebecca and I drop and slide down the partially slanted hallway. The momentum from our run slides us down the hall at a fast speed. I look up and fire a shot, hitting the man in the leg. I look over at Rebecca and notice her widened eyes. I look down at the end of the hallway and see a green exit sign above a heavy door. Blocking the door though, is a heavily built man with dark hair and brown eyes. In both of his hands are handguns.
We skid to a stop in front of him and points both of the guns at us. He grins at us like a shark about to enjoy a very appetizing meal. I look at Rebecca again and wonder if she has any good ideas.
We are so dead.
I suppose it is my turn to speak. I'm Rebecca, and I'm one step closer to my grave. This guy does not look like he's going to shoo us away with a warning not to come back. It's going to take a serious miracle to get us out of this mess. Suddenly the door rushes open and Leon Kennedy is standing in the doorway with a gun pointed at the man.
The man turns around surprised and is given one millisecond of recognition before Leon pulls the trigger. The man slumps forward and falls flat on what is left of his face. "Let's go." Says Leon. Claire and I jump up instantly and we follow him to a black van a mile away. As we jump inside and shut the doors, Leon quickly starts the ignition and speeds away. "You guys are seriously lucky I decided to rush inside like that." He says in an exhausted tone. We all haven't slept very much lately, and is obvious from our faces.
I wish we didn't have to do this. I wish Umbrella never existed at all. I'd probably be in my own house with a nice cool glass of water watching some TV or reading. But as they say, duty calls. Chris, Barry, and Jill thought it would be a good idea to take out key facilities of Umbrella so when we finally infiltrated the headquarters, it would be a bit easier for us to get inside. "Can you turn on some music, please?" I ask timidly, this silence is getting to me after the adrenaline I still have. Techno music softly plays through the van and I slowly drift off on Claire's shoulder.
I feel a warm head on my shoulder and look to see Rebecca has fallen asleep. I wish I could do the same. The cool air from the air conditioner hits me and I reluctantly drift off to the nice place where Chris and I are still kids, and the hardest jobs we had were looking out for each other and making sure we made it to school on time.
Izzy D.: Man, I hope nobody else has done a story like this.
Rayne: Knowing the number of stories, there probably is.
Izzy D: Well, then I apologize in advance if this story sounds very similar to yours, dear readers. Now review!
Rayne:dressed in swag holding a sign that says 'Review':