Resident Evil: Something Different
Authors' Notes: This Prologue and First Chapter is dedicated to our writing partner Jennifer Leroy, AKA sylphstarwind. She is not only an awesome writer and writing partner, but one of the best and most sincere friends a person could ever have.
From Sweetboxer: Jen, I've always wanted to find a way to give you recognition and show you I appreciate what you did, and still do, for me and my writing, and I think I finally found it. As long as this chapter stays up, it is a dedication to you, a monument to your greatness as a friend and a writer. I know I'm laying it on a bit thick, but I rarely ever thank you, so I thought I'd go big or go home.
From Sara A. Wesker: To all you readers out there please read Sylph's work. She may have a lot of stories, and some may be pretty long, but we truly believe that they're worth the time it takes to read them. I would like to say thank you for helping us when you didn't have to but you did any way. Thank you; you truly are an amazing friend Sylph. The only other thing left to say is that we hope you enjoy our story.
Prologue: Dear Diary...
Survival horror is a bitch, which is a fact I've come to know and accept like a neighbor you can't get rid of. You know, the kind who uses your driveway and lets their dog shit in your lawn? Anyway, remind me never to think of another Resident Evil self-insertion fic again. Ever. Today was pretty simple, up until about 11:00 PM last night, that is. That was when Sara and I finished our daily gaming session and sat down in front of the computer to make an attempt at our self-insertion fic... If I'd known how long it would be before we saw that computer again...I would have downloaded that Sweetbox album off of Limewire...
- Diary of Christopher "Chevy" Camargo, 4/25/2006
Resident Evil...note to self, throw away all of it. That is if I ever see them again. Everything was going great, hanging out with my friends, doing normal stuff. But all that changed. It was around 11:00 pm, I'll never forget it. We thought about writing one of those self-insertion fic...again. We never learn. But something was different, I don't know how but it was. If I had any doubt in my mind I would never see all this all again...maybe I would have dragged Chris off that stupid Limewire. Dammit...
- Diary of Sara Carter, 4/25/2006
Note to self; don't screw around with techno-babble when I get home. Wait a tick, why am I writing this? I have surperb enough memory to remember so I guess this is all for not. Oh, and seeing as how this place seems similar somehow to RE, I always wanted to know what this feels like. The sword key is in the basement of the backyard. Why am I still writing?
-Diary of Nicholas Atkins, 4/25/2006
Chapter I: New Lives & New Memories
Raccoon City
33rd Street Apartment Building
Room 106
July 24th, 1998
Chevy's POV
I woke up with a start, raking my hands through my hair, slowly realizing that this wasn't where I fell asleep. I decided to figure it out after breakfast, and with that decision set in stone I headed for the kitchen of the crappy apartment I found myself occupying. After some rummaging I stepped back from the fridge with my ingredients in hand, and quickly fried my three eggs and bacon. As I gobbled down my meal, I pondered my exact location and reason for being here. Then I went back to the fridge for a glass of OJ, and noticed a post it with a phone number on it, posted on the refrigerator door.
"Hmmm...Sara Carter?" I read aloud, confused, "This isn't your number! Fuck, this isn't even your area code!"
Raccoon City
33rd Street Apartment Building
Room 119
July 24th, 1998
Sara's POV
I woke up to the sound of a phone ringing…looking around it slowly dawned on me that I was in some strange apartment. After a short freak out as well as a short trip to the floor, I finally picked up the phone.
"Hello?" I was never the morning type and I don't plan on starting.
"How's our special S.T.A.R.S. Member?"
"Special...What the hell are you talking about?" It took me a few minutes to make an attempt to figure out who it was I was talking to.
"Special as in, doesn't believe they need to show up for work..." At this point I wasn't able to figure out who it was.
"Who the hell is this?" I was done playing this game.
"This is your Captain..."
I let out a sigh in frustration. "I'm sorry, who?" I was afraid that I might have hit my head just a little bit too hard.
"What are you brain dead, I said 'your Captain'…" It was all he got out before I snapped at him.
"Listen asshole I don't know what you've been smoking, but you're not my fucking Captain..."
"Listen just clock in now, and bring Camargo with you. Enrico's telling me he's even tardier than you today. If you get here in 15 minutes, I'll 'forget' what you just said." With that he hung up the phone.
Feeling frustrated I went for the bathroom of this shitty ass apartment I apparently lived in. That is until the phone rang again.
"Listen asshole I'm on my fucking way! So chill!" I yelled into the phone without thinking if it was him or not.
"Umm...Sara? Do you know what's going on?" The voice was familiar, but it couldn't be.
"Chris?" I was praying that I was wrong.
"Uhh…yeah…Can you tell me where you are?" He sounded somewhat calm.
"Um...a really shitty apartment...I think I live with rats." The feeling of disgust soon washed over me.
"Crappy apartment? Dirty windows? Shooting trophies? And a S.T.A.R.S. Uniform in the closet?"
"How...yeah."
"Do me a favor...Tell me if you know who the fuck this Marini guy is? He just called me up and chewed my ass off for no apparent reason..." He sounded slightly pissed as well as confused.
"Um...that would be your captain..."
"Sara...did you drug me and put me in some sort of Live Action RE RPG?" He started to talk fast, as he made an attempt to understand what was going on.
"Yeah okay…What the hell do you think?"
"Right… we were at my house...so you have no idea where we keep the drugs anyway..."
"Chris I have less than 15 minutes to get your ass as well as mine to work before I get in more shit." I wasn't in the mood, nor did we have time to have a conversation.
"Alrighty, well let's just go to this police station, before the guy who put us in here comes back for our kidneys!"
"Whatever...just make sure your fuck--" Trying to get ready I hit the floor. "Ouch"
"What happened?"
"I'm trying to get ready!"
He snickered, "Okay umm it seems I have the car keys on my nightstand...So I guess I'm driving"
"Fine by me...I'll be down in three minutes, you better be ready or I'll kick your ass!"
With a sigh he adds, "Where would a guy be without his best friend?" Soon after he chuckles a bit.
"Stop laughing and get moving or it'll be the front that gets kicked"
Yet again he sighs, "Always with the threats. Fine! I'm going...Meet you in the parking lot"
"Okay...Bye" I hang up phone and run for the door.
Raccoon Police Dept.
S.T.A.R.S. Office
Nicholas' POV
I couldn't believe it. Raccoon City, the worst city in the world. Oh, I can't wait to tell Sara, Sweet, and everyone else when I get back! But I have to play it cool. I'm a member of this town's law enforcement now, I can't run around yelling 'Oh my god it's Wesker!' Sure my apartment in this place was tons worse than my original home, but what ever. I think I'll go bug Brad.
"Hey Brad, what's today's to-do list?" I asked nonchalantly.
"Bravo team's going to inspect the murders in the forest, while we get to stay here and attend a meeting on gun-safety and..."
"Let me guess, how to deal with a riot or terrorist invasion?"
"Yeah... how did you know?" He looked puzzled and even stopped working on the radio he was going to use to keep in contact with the Bravo team.
"It's just the way I roll..." I made a sweeping motion with my hand to enunciate the mysterious effect. "Oh hey, Brad, you mind if you do me a favor?" I thought up something earlier that might make this more fun.
"Sure, what do you need?" He asked turning back to the radio.
"Go down to the store of Blossom rd. and pick me up a chainsaw I ordered last month. I have it reserved and full of gas, all you have to do is pick it up for me on the 27th. I'd do it, but I have plans that day." How would he know I just made the reservation today when driving here? On that note, I handed him the receipt and sat back down humming a little tune.
Raccoon Police Dept.
First Floor Lobby
Chevy's POV
On the car ride over, Sara and I came to the general conclusion that we were somehow transported to Raccoon City. By listening to an oh so informant radio news show (Which we for many reasons preferred to the police radio) we also found out it was the day of the Spencer Mansion Incident. After hearing that, we were pretty sure of what we were here for, So when we arrived at the RPD, we were already in 'character' because making people suspicious would only lead to trouble, and I'd have killed myself before I let them put me in one of those cells in the RPD basement, cuz that's where Ben Bertolucci went and I was not going anywhere near him. Just looking at the guy, I could tell he smelled like armpits and three week old popcorn...But anyway, yeah, we had to keep up a front. Honestly, I was kinda scared, cuz I'd never played Resident Evil 1 before, but Sara assured me to just run to the mansion, and she'd help me out once I got inside. Basically all I had to do until I got to the helipad was mingle with the rest of the officers. But not Mindy, something told me, everyone knows she's the precinct whore. How I knew that, I had no idea. I had vague memories of her name and number written on the bathroom wall, which may have swayed my opinion slightly, but then again, I'd never used the RPD bathroom before...How odd. My only guess is that being put into this world, I had to be given memories so that I could have a past here. I sighed and hoped that one of my memories was how to reload a friggin' gun...
"Chevy!" A man called out from behind me grabbing my arm.
"Gah!" I screamed, taken by surprise as I was jerked around to face the man. Looking up at him, I questioned,
"How do you know my nickname?"
The man punched my arm, "It's me, Kevin! Wow, don't tell me you finally gave in and went out and got drunk with Mindy last night! Did you catch anything!" After that, I felt
I somehow knew this guy, and what I said next just rolled off my tongue as I punched him back.
"Dooley, dude, don't even joke about that...Everyone knows about Mindy. It's...Just disgusting..." Sara just stared at us, probably wondering who the hell Mindy was.
"Dude, I know I'm late and I'm on my way, so tell Enrico to chill. I just have to say bye to Sara."
"Right…Later then!" he said, before turning and heading in the direction of the helicopter pad.
Sara stood dumbfounded for a few seconds, before finally asking me "Okay, how do you know the Bravo team pilot?"
I shrugged, "No idea, but I think we're really good friends...It's hard to explain."
Sara looked at me for a bit then said, "Yeah, I know what you mean, kinda like how everyone in the precinct knows about Mindy's reputation…even me..."
We both laughed, then stood in silence for a little while, not really wanting to go any further into this soon-to-be nightmare, before I finally gathered up enough courage to ask,
"So, any other advice before I leave, you know, besides 'Shoot for the head!'?" I was pale, but still smiling.
She thought for a moment then said, "Stay away from the East Wing Terrace, unless you like killer crows, and if you want to, you can always follow Rebecca..."
I smiled and nodded, "Thanks, later." I said, turning and running for the helipad, "Oh good luck! And don't die!" I called back to her, before I realized other officers could hear me and were eyeing me strangely, "Uhm...Of BOREDOM! You know…Wesker and his boring meetings! Heh heh!"
As the chopper lifted off of the ground, I knew there was no turning back...
Raccoon Police Dept.
Second Floor Hallway
Sara's POV
I can't believe he said that out loud. We're doomed.
I slowly made my way to the S.T.A.R.S. Office, not wanting to go to this meeting. As I made my way I passed Joseph Frost. I thought it was kind of sad that he was going to die only a few minutes into the mission. Not my problem, though. My real problem was that I was thinking too much and not paying attention to the fact that I was going to bump into someone, which I did.
"HEY! The hallways are not meant for standing in!" I yelled as I fell on my ass only to see that I had walked into none other then Chris Redfield.
He gave me a funny look before helping me up, "Well maybe we should be looking where we walk." Once on my feet I dusted myself off, this was going to be a problem.
"Yeah whatever, Redfield." I walked past him, making sure I didn't say anything further that would make me look like an idiot.
As I walked in I hear someone yell my name. "Sara!" I look over and see Jill Valentine wave her hand at me indicating that I should go over to her.
"Hey, there Jill." I had no clue as to why she was talking to me, it's not like we were best friends or anything. Or were we?
She smiled at me as I sat down next to her, soon Wesker showed up and the meeting began.
Thirty minutes later he was still talking about god knows what, and I was about to fall asleep when Jill's voice cut through my boredom.
"Does he ever shut up?" She whispered to me.
Shaking off the need to laugh I replied, "I think he likes to hear his own voice, so I highly doubt it." I was making little drawings of Wesker as Hitler, but all that changed when I looked up to find Wesker staring at me.
"Pay. Attention." Was all he said as he grabbed the picture and walked back to his desk.
Before he got there Brad's whiney voice was suddenly heard from the back of the room. "Repeat, Bravo Team, over." Out of everyone there I was the only one calm.
Then it hit me, I should play along or I'd have to explain myself, which I really didn't want to do. Before I knew it we were getting ready to find the Bravo Team. Hold on Chris Was all that went through my mind.
As Brad continued to reach the Bravo Team something finally got through…someone screaming like a little girl.
"AHHH! I DON'T WANT TO DIE!"
"Shut up Chris!" The voice belonged to Rebecca.
"This is Bravo Team, engine problems. Emergency landi--"
The line went dead. "Alright people lets move it now." Wesker's voice remained calm as everyone headed out the door to the helicopter pad.
"Already? I just got up from my nap." Someone in the office whined.
"Yes now, or do want us to wait a while so you can change your diaper?" Wesker snapped.
"Nah I'm good."
As we all got into the helicopter my fear of flying soon kicked in. I could tell that it was obvious as both Chris and Joseph looked at me.
"Hey, you okay?" Joseph was the first to speak.
I put on a fake smile, "Fine." I was holding onto the seat for dear life as we made our way to the nightmare I didn't want to face.
"No, seriously, what's wrong?" He has a look of concern on his face.
Swallowing my pride I finally said something. "I hate flying." It was partly true, but he didn't need to know the truth.
"Ok, just try not to think about it.." He said, smiling. What he said next surprised me, but for a different reason. I was more surprised by how I answered him. "Ummm, you uhh, remember how I said I uhh...sort of liked you...and we didn't want to risk losing our jobs and everything...so we kind of left things as is?"
What creped me out is I knew exactly what he was talking about for some reason,
"Uhh...yeah..."
"Right, well I was gonna request that I be transferred to the Hayton precinct, 20 minutes away, but the soonest they can do it is September. I mean I can still live here and everything, if it's all okay with you..." He was a little nervous saying all this.
"I don't mind," I said, briefly smiling, though feeling kind of bad once again that Joseph was gonna die so soon. Maybe, I thought, Maybe he doesn't have to...
"Chris...Look!" Jill's voice broke through my thoughts at the sight of smoke rising from the forest.
"Everyone get ready, we're landing." Wesker yelled back, though I swear he's going to drive me insane.
"Yes, oh grand master of wearing sunglasses at night. Oh hey Sara, didn't notice you. Thought you missed work."
I looked up and thought I was seeing things, "Nicholas!" If this was some kind of affect from flying I'll never go into the air again.
"In the flesh! Well here they call me Nick the Prick with the broken... well, let's just say Enrico put me personally on the Alpha team."
"I'd give you a hug or something but...I don't want to move till this thing gets on the ground."
"You think your scared, have you noticed these things don't have seatbelts? I tell you, Wesker's out to get me first."
"Whatever you say Nick...I think I'm going to be sick soon."
"Here you go, I got it in the parking lot when I realized we'd be seeing, you know what." Nicholas then handed me a fast food bag.
"What the hell is this for?"
"Blowing chunks, I'd save it for the first, zombie, if I were you. Oh god we're descending! Give me that!"
"Here take it," I hand it back to him. "I don't have that weak of a stomach."
"Hey, I only throw up once a year! I'm getting rid of this bag as soon as this little session is over. Uh oh..."
"Can't you wait till we land?" I looked away not wanting to see it.
"Fine, I'll hold it in. Are we there yet Brad?"
Brad yells over his shoulder, "We're almost there, so keep quite!"
"Roger, so... who else is here!" He's almost bouncing in his seat for joy.
"Ah...Swee...err, Chris..." I have to pause for a few seconds. "Are we almost down yet?"
"So, the crazy cajun is here..."
I open my mouth but close it knowing I was about to be sick. Instead I nod my head 'yes.'
Spencer Mansion
Entrance Hall
Chevy's POV
I awoke in what looked like an ornately decorated mansion's main entrance hall. I wasn't completely sure. What is it with me and waking up in unfamiliar places lately? Rebecca was to my left, and it looked like she had her first aid kit open and on the floor. I put a hand to my head to find that the side of it had been bandaged, and I immediately remembered the helicopter crash. I must have been jerked off of my seat, hitting my head and losing consciousness in the impact. Yay for seatbelts. Then it came to me...
"Kevin," I said, trying to stand up and not quite making it off the floor, "Kevin! Where is he!" Rebecca put her hands on my shoulders and looked me square in the eyes.
"We were attacked, and couldn't save him...I'm sorry... There were too many dogs and in the end all we could do was try and save you, and ourselves. So we ran into this mansion... I'm sorry Chevy; I know he was one of your best friends..."
For some reason, I did cry. I don't know why, but it felt like I was losing someone I'd known for years. After I recollected myself, I managed to stand up and turned to Rebecca.
"So where is everybody now? And did the call for help go through?" Rebecca got up from her kneeling position and turned to me.
"They went to explore this place, just in case there's anyone else here. But from the looks of it, this place is empty, so they should be back soon."
"Okay," I said, putting a hand to my bandaged wound, "So we just wait here?" I pulled my hand back down to see there was blood on it.
"Oh, you're bleeding through already?" Rebecca said, looking at my bandage, "Come with me. The map I found told me where to find a medical room. I'll get you some new bandages and maybe something to stop the bleeding."
She grabbed my wrist lightly and pulled me along. I guess I didn't have to worry about following Rebecca, cuz she was taking me with her whether I liked it or not. I checked my hip holster. Good. My gun was there, and I pulled it out, making sure the safety was off, trying not to look surprised that I actually knew this shit. With a look of determination, I followed Rebecca through a door and let it close behind us.
Please don't worry too much, Sara.
Arklay Woods
Helicopter Crash Site
Sara's POV
As soon as the helicopter landed I rushed outside and saw my lunch again, what was with me? Why did this happen every time I went flying? Didn't matter much, cause I felt like the worlds biggest idiot for not being able to fly without getting sick afterwards. Back in the helicopter I could hear Brad tell Wesker he'll stay and keep the bird warmed up, lucky shithead. Turning around I found Joseph right behind me.
"Don't do that!" It annoyed the hell out of me when people walk up behind you and just stand there without telling you their there.
He looked at me with a warm smile, "Sorry, you going to be okay?" His voice was low, almost like he didn't want anyone to hear him.
"Yeah, I'll be fine."
"Alright, let's move out." Wesker took point as we made our way in the direction we thought the Bravo helicopter was.
"Okay, a need to know question Nick."
"Shoot." He pulled out his gun the moment he said it.
"How in god's name did you get here!"
"Well, I was on the internet, looked you up on writely to see if you were there, and then poof! I wake up in this shabby apartment with some whore named Mindy."
I try not to laugh. "Really?"
"Yeah, except the whole part about me knowing how to use the internet."
"That's very interesting." I wasn't paying attention at that point.
"Anyway, she showed me my car; I got in, bought a chainsaw, and then went to the S.T.A.R.S office."
Wesker steps up behind Nick, "Shut it or I'll shut it for you. Understand?"
"Yes my supreme overlord..."
After Wesker leaves I walk over to Nick and smack him across the head. "What the hell is wrong with you!" What was with these people! Don't they know better!
"I know I'd like to hear it ever once in a while..." Before he could continue I cut him off.
"We have to keep a low profile here, Nick. Not announce to the world that we don't belong here!" Was I the only one that saw this?
"Okay, but seriously, even if he wasn't Wesker, I'd still say that." He then walked off to go do god knows what.
"We're doomed."
As we got closer my heart stopped at the slight of it, there was very little damage to it. The door was opened, but no one was around. Joseph decided to check out the inside of it. Everyone turned when we heard him come out in a panic.
"Joseph, what's wrong?" I started to walk towards him.
His face was pale when he turned to me, "You don't want to know, trust me." He started to walk away.
"Wait,"
"Yes?"
I knew I shouldn't interfere with what happens in the game, but…"I'm coming with you." He gave a nod and we were off.
For some reason this fog came out of nowhere, soon I got the feeling we were being watched. Taking my gun out I did small sweeps of a small area not too far from where Joseph was. Then I heard something, rustling in the bushes nearby. Turning I held my breathe, I knew some dogs where about to come, but I wasn't as prepared as I thought I would be.
After a few seconds nothing happened again, with a sigh of relief I slowly exhaled. Looking down I saw something, bending down I notice it was a hand still attached to the gun. Feeling sick I dropped it, that's when I felt something jump on me. I had let out a short scream as I fell to the ground, my gun going off into the air.
"HELP!" I struggled to keep it from going at my throat, but something bit into my boot causing me to lose my grip on the dog.
Turning my attention to the first one I notice it was getting close, I could feel it's breathe on my skin. I closed my eyes and shouted. "GET THE FUCK OVER HERE SOMEONE!"
Relief washed over me when someone sent a shotgun shell into its head, sending it back. Opening my eyes I saw Joseph. I snapped out of it quickly and emptied my gun on the mutt that was still gnawing on my boot. With a yelp it finally flopped over dead, and for some reason, when I stood up, I couldn't help but hug Joseph out of relief, at least that's what I thought it was. I think I was crying, but I don't really remember anymore, because a millisecond later, the grass started to rustle again, and Joseph and I knew to run to the others as fast as we could. So, as the dogs emerged from the tall grass, that's exactly what we did.
Arklay Woods
Alpha Team Helicopter
Wesker's POV
Vickers didn't understand what I was saying. Of course. Why would I say something like that? I'm the team captain. But I did mean what I had said, so I repeated it to him, this time enunciating, so he knew I wasn't kidding.
"I order you to leave in ten minutes, and if anyone else comes back earlier than then, I want you to leave before they can board."
He just stared at me with questioning eyes, before he opened his mouth again with an idiotic, "But sir... why?"
My mouth moved into a straight line, "That's not for you to ask. Just do it." He nodded reluctantly, and sat back down in the pilot seat of the copter. I felt a smile coming on. If all the pawns were going to be this easy to manipulate, this game would be over far too soon.
Arklay Woods
Near the Crashed Helicopter
Jill's POV
I started running as soon as I heard Sara scream, and the gunshots only made me go faster. I knew Chris and Barry were right behind me. I could hear their rapid footsteps in the wet grass. When I finally saw her and Joseph come through the fog looking panicked, I was relieved for a single moment in time. That feeling was quickly destroyed when I saw what were following them. My first impression of the things was that they couldn't possibly be of this world, or even another planet. I wasn't even completely sure Hell would accept these dogs.
"Other way!" Sara yelled at me, as she put a fresh magazine into her gun and started to fire at the dogs behind her.
Turning around I started to run back to the helicopter, both Chris and Barry were shooting at the dogs, but they still kept coming. I was filled with so much relief when
I saw the helicopter, but that feeling was killed when he started to take off.
"Where the fuck is he going!" Chris yelled as he slowly came to a stop, turning around a dog leapt at him.
"CHRIS!" Everything went in slow motion, and then things started to move at a normal rate when I heard a gunshot.
"This way." Looking over I see Captain Wesker standing in a classic shooters position.
As we run it feels as though the house is miles away, my legs slowly start to get sore as I continue to run not willing to stop. I'm the first one to make it to the doors, using my shoulder I ram it will all my strength. At first the door didn't break down so I tried again, this time I came stumbling into the house almost falling down.
Turning around I got my gun out prepared to lay down cover for them, but when I got to the door they were on their way in.
As everyone rushing in I closed the door the minute Wesker was through, a small smile came over me when I heard one of those mutts hit the door. Turning around I could tell that everyone was freaked out as well as pissed at what Brad had done.
Chris turned and punched a nearby wall yelling, "I can't believe that chicken shit left us here!" He then punched it again.
Wesker casually walked over to us, "How's everyone for ammo?" Everyone started to count what was left.
"I have one mag and about 7...so 21." Sara said after going through her belt.
"I have 31 shells left and my combat knife." As Joseph said this he cocked the shotgun, obviously trying to impress Sara or something.
Just as I was about to open my mouth something made a noise, everyone looked at the west wing door. No one said anything, waiting to see if it happened again.
Wesker breaks the silence by saying, "Chris I want you to go and check it out."
Just as Chris heads for the door Sara speaks up. "I'm going with him." She starts to walk with him.
Joseph couldn't help but look worried at Sara volunteering, so she quickly turned to look at him and cocked her head towards the door, "You coming Joseph?"
"Wait a minute," Wesker interrupted "Who said you could override my command?"
Spencer Mansion
Entrance Hall
Sara's POV
I chuckled, "Who said I was under your command anymore Wesker. After what just happened I'd have to be a complete shithead to want to stay in this squad with a prick like you. I quit, and if I didn't care about most of my team-mates as much as I do, I'd probably go off by myself. So go fuck yourself, alright!"
I could hear Jill suppressing a giggle as the rest of us was all recovering from what I had just said.
After a few seconds Wesker spoke again. "...Fine, suit yourself, Joseph...keep an eye on her."
Turning around I saw Joseph give Wesker a shaky nod, then he turned to follow us.
Spencer Mansion
Entrance Hall
Nicholas' POV
So, Sara saved Joe did she? I should have known she'd pull a stunt like this. Oh well, guess I might as well greet the guests.
"Good day everyone, what's going on outside?" I think I'll play the psychic. I'm thinking, I'm thinking, I'm thinking, zombie dogs!
"We were attacked by a pack of zombie dogs!" Jill said rather panicked. How did I know?
"No way! At least no lizard men. So, what's up his butt?" I looked over at Wesker who looked more pissed than ever. I didn't die, nanny nanny nah nah.
"Why are you in here! You were ordered to search the area around the chopper!" He growled.
"Well I did see, but then I saw this squirrel and thought, 'I know, I'll gut it and bring it home to eat because Wesker keeps giving my check to Irons!'" The sad thing was, I think I may have been right. I checked out Wesker's face to make sure. Oh yeah, bullseye!
"The amount of money you earn is irrelevant in this situation, right now I want you to stay here and with me." He said. After the little stunt Sara just pulled though, I was feeling like starting a revelation.
"Gee, I wish I could, but as you can see, I have an appointment with a certain key I'll be needing." I raised up the arrowhead I got while they were running. "Toodles!" And on that note, exit backstage!
Spencer Mansion
Medical Room
Chevy's POV
What a mess we were in. After we'd gotten ourselves lost, we'd run into our first set of the undead. I'd wasted all my bullets on the damn things, Rebecca lost her gun, and we'd both had to take shelter in the Medical Room that we were headed for in the first place. And now we were waiting for something to barge through the door. A person or a zombie. I had no idea because I'd never played the damn first game. And that stupid Rebecca had to drop the gun AND the map, but she manages to find what? Oh goody! A can of bug spray! God, how did she survive RE0! Rebecca turned to me with an embarrassed look on her face, mixed in with the textbook fear and confusion. My anger towards her must have been really noticeable, because she started to cry a bit. Great, now she was crying, dammit!
"Look, I uhh, umm...It's not that bad..." I mumbled, "I uhh...Do you need a hug or something?"
She just kept crying, so I took that as a "Sure, you sexy hunk of gun-toting man meat!" and pulled her slightly closer. She started to cry her apologies on my shoulder, and as I patted her back I wondered what the hell I had gotten myself into...
---End of Chapter One---
Sara: runs around room SUGAR!
Sweetboxer: Hehe! Save some for me! Oh and you readers, make sure and leave a review!
Sara: Like hell I'll save you some! Oh, yes please tell us how we did on this...
Tangora: You reviewers have it easy, back in my day we had to go through the snow, uphill, both ways, barefoot, just to get some fizzy pop!
To Be Continued...