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In a small, African village, the villagers were doing their daily things. Selling fruit, carrying baskets filled with food and other supplies, lounging, chatting with one another and pretty much what any other villagers would do.
A caucasian, muscular male was driving a Humvee through the village. He wore a tan colored, short sleeved shirt. He wore beige pants, which had a gun holster on his hip, currently occupied by his beretta and he wore green gym shoes. He also wore sunglasses.
He had short, dark brown hair and he had a five'o clock shadow. He had a earpiece in his right ear, which he could use to contact the helicopter pilot, named Kirk, who'd dropped him off there or anybody from B.S.A.A HeadQuarters for that matter.
The man was named Chris Redfield. Chris was sent to Africa to investigate on suspicion of bioterrorism. Apparently, a pharmacutal company called "Tri-Cell" had managed to get their hands on the T-Virus, the G-Virus and the Las Plagas (which infected villagers in a small, remote village in Spain during the Kennedy report, Resident Evil 4).
B.S.A.A had suspicion on Tri-Cell ever since they'd found out about them. Tri-Cell was believed to be the new Umbrella, a pharmacutal company that was behind the Mansion Incident and the Raccoon City Incident that had happened ten years ago.
Allegedly, they were testing the viruses and parasite on the inhabitants of a remote, African village. Chris' mission was to investigate and found out the truth behind Tri-Cell's plans.
Plus, to top it all off, an source from the African Branch of the B.S.A.A claimed that it had spotted Albert Wesker, former captain of the S.T.A.R.S, there. According to the source, he was partnered and helping Tri-Cell with their plans.
Chris didn't only assign himself to this mission to stop Tri-Cell from becoming the new Umbrella, but to also finally have revenge on Wesker after he betrayed the S.T.A.R.S, sending them out on a mission that killed most of the members of S.T.A.R.S Bravo team and killed some of the team members of Alpha.
In a mission in Antartica (during Code Veronica), after reuniting with his sister, Claire, and on their way to escape, he encountered the blonde again. That's where he fought Albert Wesker, his former captain.
Wesker, of course, defended himself. Their battle ended with a very injured, ass kicked Redfield and a barely scratched, no sunglasses wearing Wesker. Albert had gotten away, preventing Chris from retaliating right then and there.
After escaping from there, Chris began working out twice as hard, trying to get stronger. So, when he and Wesker finally have another showdown, he could hopefully defeat him.
Anyway, that was a decade ago. 35 Year old Chris Redfield was more buff and stronger since then. He was driving through the village, lost in thought.
Casualties continue to mount over the long years I struggled. he thought, plowing into a man, who had happened to step in the Humvee's path. More and more, I find myself wondering if its all worth fighting for.
The man rolled over the vechile before falling off behind it. Chris swerved the Humvee to the right, nearly hitting a woman. She dived out the way in time. As Chris drove, he plowed into a couple, who were carrying baskets filled with meat and fruit. Who knows?
Chris' facial expression suddenly changed. Anger began to boil inside of him, when he remembered that Wesker, owner of H.C.F, who he wanted vengeance on for a decade, was there in Africa.
"WESKER!" Chris shouted. He slammed his foot down on the accelerator. The speed immediately began to rise. The Humvee plowed into stalls, villagers, animals, etc.
The villagers tried to dodge the oncoming vechile, but the Humvee always seemed to swerve in the direction, in which the villagers dived into. Chris slammed his fingerless, gloved hand onto the steering wheel, honking the horn as he continued to scream out his archenemy's name.
Sheva Alomar, an agent of the west branch of B.S.A.A, walked on to the dirt road. She heard honking. Sheva spun around. An speeding Humvee was heading her way. She had realized that she had stepped right into the path of the vechile.
Sheva's eyes widened in horror. She suddenly froze with fear as the Humvee was a few feet from hitting her. Sheva noticed that the Humvee was driven by a caucasian male. The man seemed to be distracted. Though, Sheva couldn't see what was distracting him.
The Humvee had some smashed fruit and meat on it and smeared blood. Huge chunks of broken fruit and fresh meat rolled off the speeding vechile. Sheva decided that the lunatic was dangerous.
Sheva raised her hands in front of her, as if to shield herself from the impact that she was about to receive. She wanted to pull her beretta out and open fire on him, but she figured that she didn't have enough time to do that.
Instead, she shouted, "STOP!". Chris immediately snapped out of his thoughts upon hearing this. He looked ahead, then his eyes widened in horror when he realized that he was about to plow into Sheva.
He stepped down hard on the brakes. The Humvee began to slow, but it was still speeding. Sheva closed her eyes, but kept her arms raised in front of her. Her heart pounded in her chest.
She couldn't bear to watch herself get hit by the Humvee, then roll off the vechile. The tires screeched as the Humvee slowed. The momentum kept the vechile going forward.
Before the Humvee could hit the African female, it came to a stop, a few inches from her. Sheva waited, until the engine died before she opened her eyes. She had her eyes squinted, at first, then she widened them. She lowered her arms.
She looked around. Sheva was surprise that she wasn't hit by the speeding vechile. She repeatedly blinked, noticing the Humvee was a few inches in front of her. Sheva realized that the Humvee was smeared with fresh blood, and smashed fruit.
She didn't realize that the man was no longer in the vechile, until she felt a hand rest on her shoulder. Sheva cried out, then immediately spun around. She realized that the person in front of her was the driver of the Humvee that almost took her life.
Sheva balled a gloved, fingerless hand into a fist. She wore a blue tank top, beige pants and brown boots. She had her dark brown hair pulled into a low ponytail. Sheva also wore earrings. She had a handgun holster on her left hip, which was currently occupied with her beretta.
She had a knife sheath on her back, occupied by her survival knife. She had carmel-colored skin, unlike Chris, who was fair skinned. And his was taller than her (she was 5'7, he was 6'0 or 6'1). Plus, she had an ear piece in her ear.
Sheva narrowed her eyes at the tall, muscular man in front of her. Chris repeatedly blinked. "You alright?" he asked. Sheva's expession was a mixture of anger and relief. She wanted to curse him out for nearly killing her, but she decided not to.
Instead, she sighed. She loosened her fist. She looked back at him with her dark brown eyes. "Besides I was nearly killed by your car, I'm fine." she answered. She shook a bit.
Sheva hasn't fully calmed down after her near death experience. Chris placed a hand on her shoulder. His other hand was on the back of his head as he closed his eyes, then smiled as his cheeks reddened.
"Sorry about that." he said, sheepishly. Sheva snatched his hand off her shoulder. She lowered his arm, then squeezed his wrist as she glared at him. Chris' smile faded as he opened his eyes.
He doesn't appear to be, at least, in a bit of pain as she squeezed his wrist tightly. Sheva didn't reply. Instead, she loosened her grip. Chris pulled his hand away. The redness in his cheeks had completely faded. Sheva blinked.
This man is suppose to be my partner? Sheva thought, glaring at Chris. The lunatic can't even drive. But she decided to give him a chance. Sheva widened her eyes, sighed, then extended her arm towards him, offering him an hand shake.
Chris took off his sunglasses, then pocketed them before grabbing Sheva's gloved hand with his. They began to hand shake as Sheva spoke. "Welcome to Africa." she said. Chris couldn't tell if she was being sarcastic or not.
Chris smiled again. "Nice to meet you." he said as they were finishing the hand shake. Sheva pulled her hand away as it throbbed with pain. Chris squeezed her hand a little too hard during their hand shake.
"The name's Sheva Alomar," Sheva introduced herself. "you?" Chris blinked as his smile faded. "Chris Redfield." he replied. Sheva nodded, then turned away. Chris stared, then sighed.
A few African villagers, who were originally indoors, decided to head outside to investigate the screams they'd heard. To their horror, they spotted dead bodies, wrecked stalls, smashed fruit, spilled belongings, and other debris on the dirt road.
The deaths seemed recent as blood smeared objects, the bodies, and the road itself. A man went over to his friend, then he began to whisper something to him in a African language. His buddy listened, nodding his head as if understood him.
Chris and Sheva didn't noticed that. Suddenly, Chris and Sheva's earpieces came to life. They heard static at first, then after a moment of listening, someone finally spoke.
"Chris, Sheva. This is Kirk. Can you read me?"
"Chris here. Coming in loud and clear." Chris replied. "Yes, we read you." Sheva added. "There's a black market weapons deal going down in Kijuju. That's where Irving will be." Kirk explained over the headset.
"Alpha team is already infiltrating the area and you will be sent in as backup. Head over to the Butcher's shop. You can get gear up and get your briefed on the mission there. Watch your backs." he concluded.
After the earpieces went silent, the two brunettes began to head to the butcher's shop. Sheva began to list the wonders of Africa as she and Chris were heading there. Chris turned to his left.
He saw a few villagers staring back at him, as if they were about to do something bad, or at least, expect something bad to happen. Chris looked to his right. He saw a few villagers heading the way he'd came.
Probably they were going to clean up his mess? I guess shouting your archenemy's name while driving is going to become illegal in these parts. Anyway, Chris turned away.
His gaze suddenly turned towards the sky. The sun shone brightly in the part of the sky where he was staring at. Sheva continued to run her mouth. Chris ignored her as he realized that he was temporarily blinded by the sun. He moved his fingerless, gloved hand over his face to shield his eyes from the light.
He immediately looked away from the sun. He lowered his hand as his eyes fluttered, trying readjust to the light. Chris began looking around the area as his eyes continued to flutter. He suddenly realized that Sheva was no longer talking.
Instead, as Chris tried to focus his fluttering eyes, he saw Sheva being sexually harassed by a man around his height. The man was, at first, flirting with her, then when that didn't get any real reaction out of the woman, he wrapped her in arms, then pulled her closer to him.
As Chris' eyes continued to flutter and he struggled to focus his eyes on the situation that was taking place in front of him, the African male was whispering something to Sheva as he moved his hands down her back.
Sheva, meanwhile, tried to pull away. He grabbed her butt, then squeezed it as he pulled his face closer to hers. Sheva was showing signs of anger and being uncomfortable. Chris didn't make any attempts to stop the man, or didn't say anything at all. His eyes continued to flutter as Sheva finally pushed the man.
Sheva opened her mouth to yell at the man, but stopped when she saw Chris' expression. To her, she thought she saw the expression of jealous on his face. But in reality, the brunette was trying to readjust his eyes to the sunlight. I wonder what's taking so long?
As Sheva said something to Chris before yelling at other the man in a African language. Chris didn't hear her. Instead, his shut both eyes, then he began to rub them with his huge fist. Before he reopened his eyes, the area around him grew silent. Chris immediately opened his eyes. His eyes had finally readjusted to the light.
He began to look around. A radio that they had passed earlier suddenly came to life. A man was speaking in same African language. He sounded angry as he spoke.
To Chris and Sheva's surprise, there was no villagers in sight. Chris narrowed his eyes. Sheva was still there. She stood besides him. She, too, was looking around.
The villagers were gone. Chris and Sheva were the only people there. No, correct that. They were the only living things there. The dead animals and villagers were also missing. Chris repeatedly blinked.
How did all the living and dead villagers and their animals disappear so quickly? Chris only had his eyes closed for a few seconds. It didn't make any sense. Chris was suspicious about the villagers' sudden disappearance.
He turned to look at Sheva. She turned to look at him. Sheva noticed the shadow over his eyes. She couldn't make out the color of his irises hiddened beneath the shadow. Maybe Sheva saw where they went. Chris decided to ask.
"Hey, Sheva. Where did the villagers go?" he asked. Sheva blinked, then shrugged. "I have no idea." she replied. Chris took a step closer to her. "Maybe they were summon by someone - or something. Maybe they're hiding?" Chris suggested.
Despite the villager's sudden and unexplainable disappearance, Chris and Sheva proceeded to the butcher's shop ahead of them. Chris, of course, leading the way.
Chris nearly ran into hanging raw meat. He stopped running in time. He began to look around. "Ah, Chris Redfield. Go around to the side door." said a voice.
Sheva and Chris wasn't surprise. The two agents went around the building, then entered through the side door. They looked around, then they spotted a man, who was leaning on a wall.
The man wore a beige colored turban on his head. He wore a long sleeved shirt which was slightly opened and pants of the same color. A tan vest and black sandals.
"You two, this way." he said. Chris and Sheva nodded, then followed the man. His name was Reynard Fisher. "Its maybe because of the new government, but people around here are on the edge."
The agents looked around as they followed Reynard. He turned back to them, then said, "You should do what you came here to do, then go home." Chris plowed into hanging meat.
"Yeah, they will really put out a red carpet for us Americans." Chris said, wiping the blood off his face. Reynard made his way to a suitcase at the back of the room.
"I have your weapons for you here. Check them." Reynard said. Chris and Sheva went over to him. The two agents stared down at the black colored suitcase. Chris reached out to grab it. He then opened it.
"Grab your weapons. The operation's already started." Reynard said. Inside of the case was a vest and gun holsters. Sheva grabbed three holsters, then placed one her hip, and the two others on her back. One had a survival knife in it.
Chris grabbed the vest, then he pulled off his tan shirt. Underneath his shirt, he wore green muscle shirt with white and blue sleeves, which had B.S.A.A on its sleeve.
Chris placed a knife sheath on his back, now occupied with a machete. He placed a gun holster on his hip, and then he placed another one on his back. The second one was for bigger weapons.
The tan shirt softly landed on the floor. Sheva stared at his brawny arms with wide eyes. Chris ignored her stare as he raised his weapon, which was a beretta 9mm handgun.
"Destination coordinatives?" Sheva asked. "Town's square is up ahead." Reynard replied. He turned his head to the right, arms crossed over his chest. "Go through there. Alpha Team's waiting the deal location."
"Good." Sheva said. Reynard began moving away from the wall. "What do you know about Ureberes?" He asked, turning to look at Chris. Chris cocked the beretta in his hands as he turned to look at Reynard.
"Mostly rumors... Something about visions of a doomsday project." Chris replied, lowering the weapon. "Doomsday sounds about right, and apparently it is the rumor." Reynard said. "You're kidding, right?" Sheva asked, turning to look at Reynard.
By the look on Reynard's face, Sheva could tell that he wasn't lying. After wrapping up their conversation, Reynard and the two agents went their separate ways.
The two brunettes headed out the door that the merchant had mentioned earlier. Both of them had their Berettas wielded. They looked around before proceeding through the narrow pathway.
Chris' and Sheva's mission, also known as "the adventure", has officially begun...
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Author's note: That's the end of the first chapter of my official Resident Evil 5 fan fiction. The only chapter I made for my other Resident Evil 5 story might become one of this story's chapters. I'm still thinking about it. Chris can't drive. I didn't even know that if you were thinking about Wesker, you would be distracted while driving.
Me and my family rented this game yesterday on our XBox 360. After I had learned some of the story, I decided to rewrite the first few chapters. Apparently, the action started way sooner in the real game than in the original version of this story.
So, now you know why I had reuploaded this story. Chapter three might be out on Tuesday or Wednesday, it depends. There'll be spoilers in the later chapters. Anyway, please review and thank you!