Disclaimer: I Do not own resident evil
The clock is ticking. Small beads of sweat gleam on Chris' forehead. He is taking every single step with precautions. His gun is held tightly in front of him. There is barely any light but enough to see at least four feet ahead of him. He can feel something in the pit of his stomach. Not fear. He is nervous. His mind is racing. Wondering whether or not this was a good idea. He had no one to back him up just in cast something went wrong. All he had was himself and his weapon. "Its worth it Chris," he told himself. "I have to find her. I have to know that she's okay." He continued walking down the long, narrow hallway. The smell of dead corpses filled the air and at that moment his stomach began to turn. The small fluorescent lights flickered crazily above him. He was moving at a steady pace. Trying to make his way through this hell hole. But then he heard something in the distance. Someone was calling out to him. He stopped in his tracks and listened.
"Chris…"
It was her. It was her voice. She was close and he had to find her. He turned toward the sound and began walking. His hands tightened around his gun. He listened to the sound of her voice. It was her. It had to be. He stopped once again when he found a door a few feet ahead. Light spilled out from its cracks. Then he realized that she wasn't calling him to come and get her. She was yelling. She was warning him to stay away.
"Chris!! Stay away! Go home!"
But he couldn't. He had to see if she was okay. He had to find out. He held his gun tightly in one hand and reached for the door knob with the other. His heart was pounding. His mind was racing. But he had to know. He pulled and stepped in. The light was blinding. He blinked a few times to adjust to it. Everything was so blurry. But soon it began to come into focus. When his eyes finally adjusted to the light, he realized that she was there. She was right there in front of him. But something was direly wrong. She was sitting on a chair. Her hands bound tightly behind her. Her legs tied tightly in front of her. She looked up at him and he saw fear in her eyes.
"Please go! Go now before he finds you Chris!"
Chris ignored her pleas, and dropped down in front of her. He tugged at the ropes around her legs, but they were so tight that she squealed in pain.
"Just go! He's coming!" she yelled.
"Who!" he snapped back. He didn't mean to but she wasn't making any sense. "Whose coming?"
Her stare was blank. She didn't say anything. She didn't move. Why wasn't she answering him? And then he realized that she was scared. She was terrified. Chris could feel someone elses presence. There was someone there. Behind him. He jumped to his feet and swung around, only to come in contact with a pistol. That face. He knew that face. His heart was racing. His mind was wandering. It was him. WESKER.
"No! Please don't!" she screamed.
"I'm so glad you could make it Chris," Wesker began. "But I'm afraid we're going to have to cut this short."
The sound of a gunshot filled the room and pain shot through Chris' entire body. He looked down and realized that his shirt was drenched in blood. Everything began to spin and Screams echoed in his ears. He could feel his heart beat slowing down. He could barely breathe. The pain was excruciating. That's when he felt his body hit the floor. And then, there was complete darkness.
Chris shot up in his bed. His heart was pounding. Sweat dripped down his back. There was a soft knock at the door before Claire opened it and poked her head in.
"Is everything okay Chris?" she asked.
He didn't hear a word Claire said. His mind was on that dream.
"I have to find Jill," he said out loud.