Hi everybody!
Here's my first Resident Evil fanfiction, I hope you'll like it.
I'm sorry for all the mistakes in the fanfic. My native language is french, so excuse me D:
(If there's evident mistakes of anything, just tell me where they are in a review and I'll correct them, thanks :)
And now, enjoy!
A crossroad. Awesome, totally what I needed for the moment. Right or left, I didn't know which way to go. Behind me, I could hear the moans of the zombies, walking towards me. Also, I didn't know they would be that fast. My radio connection had been cut and there was not much bullets left in my nine-millimeter. How will I get out of this Hell? I looked back and saw one zombie approaching, then two, three… I couldn't stay here longer, wondering which way to take. With the adrenaline suddenly flowing through my body, I ran in the right path of the crossroad, not caring about where it was leading to. All I wanted was to rest in a safe place, away from those zombies. Jeez, into what Hell was I? The sun was setting really fast; I wouldn't see much in a few minutes. As I ran forward, the path was getting smaller and smaller, until I felt the branches of the trees slapping my face, arms and legs hardly. I was starting to feel the blood running down my cheeks to my neck. It started getting more difficult to run; my legs were hurting badly and my arms too. How long could I keep going? I say only a few minutes…
I continued running and next thing I know is that I was lying on the ground, crying in pain. The end of one of the tree's branch was really sharp and cut my right lap. Blood was flowing out of my wound rapidly, what would I do? I was so terrified, what would I do if zombies came out of nowhere? With the few bullets I had, I wouldn't be able to kill them all. I was defenseless.
Moans. I heard a lot of moans coming from the opposite side. I was fucked. Really. With all the energy I had left, I push myself to my feet and continued running, trying to ignore the pain from my wound. I could see the end of the path, only a few more meters, I was right there, c'mon! It was getting darker, I had to get out of this path before night, or I would be lost in that darkness and I would be at the mercy of the dead-walking. My vision started getting blurry and my head spinning. Was it from the loss of blood or the exhaustion? I didn't know, but I did know one thing: it hurts collapsing on rocks.
When I woke up, I was totally lost. There was a ceiling above me, and my head was resting on something really comfortable, a pillow maybe. I was still lying on something hard, though, but I was safe…well, I hoped. I sat and felt a horrible dolor in my ribs that made me cry in pain, it was hurting so bad! There was a bandage on my wound and I could see a bit of blood trying to get through it. My radio wasn't attached at my belt anymore and I didn't know where my nine-millimeter was. I heard crackling on my right; there was a fire in a chimney burning. The room was really dark, the light of the fire wasn't enough to see around, but I could distinguish stairs at my left and an old wardrobe against the flight of stairs. There was also a little door right beside it. The windows were blocked by wood planks that didn't seem really strong… Wait a second, someone must have brought me here…
I heard footstep behind me. I tried to turn, but the pain in my ribs reminds me that I had to rest a bit. By reflex, I tried to grab my nine-millimeter, but it wasn't in my belt. I needed to find another weapon.
"Calm down, sweetheart, I won't hurt you." I turned around the more I could without hurting my ribs and saw a man standing. Tall, blond hair, all dressed-up in black with a leather jacket. He took something behind his back and walked towards me. ''Here'' He gave me my nine-millimeter. I checked the chamber and it was filled up with bullets. That was the good side of the situation – and I guess it was the only one. "Thanks'' I mumbled and put my gun in my belt. I sat on the edge of the table, now facing him. ''Who are you?'' I asked, looking right into his eyes. I didn't trust him; he could be on the side of those zombies and about to give me for diner to them. "I'm Leon Scott Kennedy, I'm actually on a recovery mission-''
"Who are you working for?" I cut him. I discretely put my hand on my gun, ready to shoot if he was with the enemy. ''U.S. federal government. I'm on the good-guys side, I won't hurt you, you can put your gun aside for a moment.'' He crossed his arms on his chest, staring at me, emotionless. ''and who are you?" By the way he said that to me, I could tell he didn't appreciate me cutting him while speaking, oh, well…
I could totally lie to him, or kill him right away, but that wouldn't be a good idea. He could also help me getting out of here, safe… Let's be honest with him, it's probably the first and last time I'll see this man, anyway. "Hanna Whitlock. I'm working for the secret services." He knew enough already. I got up and choked a cry. Damn, those ribs were hurting so bad! What had I fallen on earlier? These rocks were big and hard, damn it! "Well, Leon, thanks for everything you've done to me while I was unconscious, but I have a mission waiting for me.'' I spotted the door and walked towards it when I remember I didn't have my radio anymore. ''One thing; where is my radio?''
''You crushed it on a rock when you collapsed.'' Leon answered, turning his head in my direction.'' I nodded and opened the door of this – well, it seems to be – house. It was raining cats and dogs. I didn't know how much time I was passed out, but it was really dark outside; and I lost my flashlight while running away from the zombies earlier. Luck was totally not on my side today. I was about to step outside when Leon called out my name.
"In the state I found you earlier, I don't think you'll be able to end this mission alive… Maybe you'll need reinforcement, don't you think?'' I turned to face him. Was he kidding me? I didn't need any help, especially not reinforcement. I was one of the best agents of the secret services; it's not a little bad luck that will ruin my reputation, Hell no! ''No, I don't need some, thank you." I replied harshly. ''So you like best dying of exhaustion and eaten by zombies?'' he asked.
"I won't call for reinforcement, OK? I can complete the mission alone, thanks for worrying about me, but I'll be alright from now. Thank you and good luck for your own mission.'' I raised my right hand to my forehead and saluted him like a sailor. I stepped outside and closed the door a hard, but I was pissed. I could complete that mission alone, gosh, I wasn't a rookie, I've been through way more difficult situations in the past, and way more dangerous. But I must be honest; it was my first time meeting dead-walking people. And this was freaking me out.
I wasn't outside for two minutes and yet I was soaking wet. The nights were really dark here, plus there was no moon. I couldn't see farther than two meters. The door opened behind me and I sighed. ''What?'' I said, showing my back to Leon.
''Walk straight ahead. Then you'll meet a crossroad, from then, go left. You'll walk about half a mile and there will be a little town.'' That was very useful to me. I knew where to go now.
''Thank you'' I nodded and started walking straight ahead as he told me, trying to ignore the pain in my ribs and my leg. ''Stay alive!'' he shouted. I waved at him without turning and walked into the darkness of the forest, crawling of death things ready to eat me alive.