The Entwined Legacy
Characters
Alex Story- 17 years old, brown hair, blue eyes. Weapons: Sword (1), Daggers (2), Desert Eagle Magnums (2), Dragunov SVD Sniper (1), Hydra Shotgun (1), Px4 handgun (1).
Tara Blackwell- 17 years old, black hair, blue eyes. Weapons: Dagger (1), Desert Eagle Magnum (1), Ithaca M37 Shotgun (1), SIG 556 Machine Gun (1), S75 Sniper (1), SIG P226 Handgun (2).
Chapter One
I ran into the meeting room. My team was already there. My leader, Chris, looked at me. I glared at him.
"You're late" he said angrily. I just grunted. "Sheva has been waiting for you for a few minutes." He continued. I sat down next to Tara. She shook her head. I rolled my eyes. If there was one thing that we could agree with it was that neither one of us liked Chris Redfield. Jill was okay, but she was a little bossy.
"I'm splitting Delta team into three sections, as this outbreak has expanded." Sheva started.
"What? We need each other!" Tara spoke up.
"Plus it's too risky sending in six people in one area now. Claire Redfield and Leon Kennedy, I want you two to go to Denver, Chris Redfield and Jill Valentine, take New York." Sheva said. She then looked at me and Tara. "And you two, you take Atlanta" She finished. We nodded. The team got up and headed to the weapons room. I grabbed my weapons, sword, daggers, desert eagles, dragunov SVD, hydra, and Px4. I geared up and walked out the door. I waited at the car for Tara. I was in the driver's seat. It was an Oshkosh MRAP M-ATV. When Tara came out, geared up, she had a dagger, a desert eagle, an Ithaca M37, a SIG 556, a S75, and two SIG P226s. She came and sat in the passenger seat. I started the car, and drove off toward the highway, to Atlanta, Georgia. The drive was in complete silence. About a mile from Atlanta the car ran out of gas. I looked at Tara.
"What?" she asked. I nodded towards the fuel gauge. She unbuckled her seat belt and got out of the car. I opened the door and climbed out. I reached in and pulled out the keys. I put them in my pocket. We walked down the road. Tara drew her SIG P226s. I drew my desert eagles.
"Tara, why did you join the BSAA?" I asked, breaking the silence. She looked at me.
"Now is not the time for small talk" she replied.
"Then what do we do? I don't see evidence of the C-virus, the T-virus, any Plaga, any Majini, any Lickers, or any Uroboros. I think we're fine" I told her.
"Fine, I joined because of well, my cousin, Dave Johnson, died in Africa back in 2009. You know I've only been part of the BSAA for about a year now. April of next year is two years." she said.
"Oh. I'm sorry" I said. I immediately regretted asking.
"Yeah, well. You know. What about you? Why did you join?" she asked.
"BSAA. Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance. After the events of Raccoon City, I've wanted to put an end to this. I lived in Raccoon City. I was 5 when it happened. It's been going ever since. But it's only been a while since the true Zombie Apocalypse. Combination of T-virus, C-virus, Uroboros, Plaga, and Majini. To be honest I don't think we really stand a chance, but it doesn't mean I'm gonna stop." I told her. I've never told anyone about Raccoon City. I was actually glad Chris and Jill didn't recognize me. Chris helped me and my dad out of the city. We continued the walk in silence, that is until a cop showed up and introduced himself as Rick Grimes.