The rain was softly hitting the earths ground, making quiet but hearable sounds. Throughout the small town people were either running for shelter out of the rain, or were riding on fairly small carraiges that contained cargo to be transported to the next town. The teenage brunnette watched the city folk pass and go through his household window. He spent most of his days outside playing with his baby sister Claire, or just reading books while laying under the shade of his favorite tree. He reminised back to those sunny, warm, quiet summers he would spend down by the tree reading away.

"Christopher!"

The brunnette jumped, not even noticing his mother was calling him. He turned around to see his mother with a fairly angry look on her face, "Yes, momma?"

The older woman sighed as she scratched the back of her head, "What am I going to do with you boy? I was calling for you because I need you to go out and get some things for me."

Chris' ears perked up and he smiled, happy to be able to leave the house, "Sure! What is it you need me to get?"

The red haired woman handed a piece of paper and some cash to her son, "Just get all of the things on this list, okay."

The brunnette nodded his head and began to gather up a few things to take along with him, like an umbrella, rain coat, and ect. Right as soon as he opened the front door he heard his mother yell out to him from the kitchen.

"Stay safe and don't talk to strangers!"

Chris rolled his eyes, "Alright mom, you don't have to tell me that everytime I leave the house!" And with that he closed the door shut behind him.

The teenage boy opened up his umbrella and began to venture down the sidewalk. The streets, that were full of people, are now almost bare and have barely anybody walking down them. Chris unfolded the list paper and took a quick glance at the paper only to notice all of the items needed were food items. The list read two bottles of milk, cheese, tomatoes, potatoes, and carrots. He scowled a bit and just went on his way.

After atleast ten minutes of walking he finally reached the store and walked in. Not many people were in the store, which made shopping a lot easier for the young male. He quickly found all the things on the list and paid for them in a pinch. He thanked the cashier and walked right back out of the store.

The rain was starting to let up and the brunnette decided to sit down for a couple of minutes to enjoy the sound of the rain. Chris looked around and just happened to lock eyes onto the giant tree on the hill, "I still have some time." He began to do a low paced jog towards the tree, getting closer and closer with each step. The brunnette ran up the hill, huffing out air, to see a boy about his age, maybe even older, standing in front of the tree, "Hey!"

The blonde turned his head to the side to get a look at the other boy, but didn't say a word.

"I said hey! Can you hear me?"

The blonde turned his head back towards the tree, "Yes, I can hear you. Now would you kindly shut up."

Chris furrowed his brow and gave a glare. What a douche.

The blonde sighed turned his whole body around, "What do you want?" His glare was so powerful it could be felt even from behind his sunglasses.

The brunette backed down his glare to a frown, "I've never seen you around these parts before. Do you live here?"

"As of today."

"Where in town?"

The blonde held out his index finger and pointed towards the giant mansion at the end of the town, "My parents own the mansion over there, but they are never home. Mainly because of their bussiness."

"My house is over in the middle of town, " Chris held out his finger and pointed towards a normal sized, brick house.

"What's your name?"

"Chris, Chris Redfield. What about you?"

"Albert Wesker, but just call me by Wesker."

The brunnette was amazed by the other male. His hair was slicked back, he wore fancy black clothes and sunglasses, and he had a very rich british accent. Chris couldn't help but look him over a few times. He quickly snapped out of his mesmoric stance and realized had to hurry on home, "Shit, my mom is going to kill me! I'll see you later!" The brunnette started a quick sprint down the hill and back towards the town.

Wesker adjusted his shades, watching the other male run off, "He seems like a very interesting yet very annoying and loud person... I'll keep him in mind the next time I want some excitement in this boring little town." He took out a little notepad and wrote a few things down before heading off towards his home.

I'm so dead! The brown haired boy slowely opened the front door, but his plans to sneak in were thwarted by his mother, who so happened to be standing right in front of the door, "Christopher, you had me worried to death!"

He scowled as he held up the bag of groceries for his mother to grab, "All I did was get some food mom. Don't have a heart attack on me."

The red headed woman snatched the bag from his hands and was ready to slap him right on the head, but instead she placed her hand on his head and rubbed it, "It's my job as a mother to worry about her children no matter what they are doing." She shot a gentil smile towards his way before walking back into the kitchen.

He shook his head, "I'll never understand parents."

There's blood everywhere. A knife is cutting through my skin, but when I try to scream no sound comes out. My eyes are filled with tears as the pain becomes greater and greater with each stab. I can't see clearely, my vision is too blurry. I see a familiar figure holding the bloody knife...I can't see clear enough to know exactly who it is...I feel the light...dimming...

Chris flung up from his bed covered in sweat. He let out a few huffs of breath, still scared to death from the weird dream he just had. The brunnette looked out of his bedroom window to notice a warm ray of light shinning through the curtains, "I bet the dream was nothing."

The teenage male climbed out of his bed and headed off towards the kitchen. As soon as he entered he was greated by his loving sister Claire, "Good mornin big brother!"

Chris smiled, "Good morning, Claire."

His happy face soon went to one of shock when he realized who was sitting at their table.

"Hello, Redfield."

Authers note:All characters belong to capcom :u

Okay the first chapter is done! :D This story i'm writing is based off of a vocaloid song called Two breaths walking. I just thought it would be a change of pace to write a story like this. c: Sorry the chapter is pretty small. Anyway please review and tell me how it is so far!