Prologue
Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil. Resident Evil is owned by Capcom and I am just borrowing their ideas for a story. All O.C.s are all mine.
It is dawn. Joseph is excited for his first hunt with his father. He quickly springs from his bed, sporadically tossing aside his sheets. He notices his own breath is visible on the crisp, cold morning air. He garbed himself in a warm, woolen jacket acquitted with fitting pants and hat, all brown.
Joseph left his small, dusty bedroom, sprinting toward his father, Francis, who already packed up and gathered all necessities for the hunt. Francis, carrying all items on his back, ushered Joseph to the door. Just as his dad reached the door, Joseph realized he forgot his most prized possession, a picture of his dearly beloved mother, Joan. She passed away when she gave birth to Joseph. It was a loss that affected Francis greatly, almost driving him on the verge of suicide. The only things that kept Francis alive was the picture of Joan that he gave Joseph, and Joseph himself. Joseph looked so much like his mom: with pale, soft cheeks, and thick dark hair, and enormous brown eyes. Those eyes gave him memories of when he had first, and sadly last, stared into those deep, brown pools, as she took her last breath in his arms. Remembering her did hurt him, as Joseph could see, but he knows that his father would rather remember Joan than forget her. He grasped the picture, staring at it for a moment, and slipped the photograph into his pocket. He than darted into the living room, following his father out the door and into the wilderness.
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The darkness was beginning to creep upon the pair as they hid in the thick brush. Joseph was long past anxious for the kill. He has been laying still for over three hours, and his body has been aching for all too long. Joseph was told to be kept quiet, but his impatience at last prevailed.
"Pa?"
"Pa?"
"PA?" Birds fluttered from the surrounding trees.
"What, son?" came the annoyed reply.
"I'm awfully tired and my body is hurtin' all over. Can't we just camp out for the night and start in the mornin'? whispered the boy.
"We don't have enough supplies to last us for the two days. Our town is in bad shape since the war with the French and those Savages."
"Why is our town having to pay for this war and why does it bother us?"
"I don't know Joseph, I don't know."
Fort Duquesne, militarily located brilliantly, is west of the Allegheny Mountains.
It was once a fortified French fort, thus, the reason for it's current poverty. It's once bustling streets are now a faint memory of it's past. Payment for the once- fought battles has mainly drained the town of it's glory. Scarcity of basic necessities has got the townspeople desperate. Many left due to it's increasing deteriation.
Twenty more minutes went bye. Joseph was growing increasingly impatient. A sharp snap of a fallen twig caught the attention of the two.
"Time for the wait to pay off?"
Francis turned toward the noise, gun aimed at it's general direction. No noise came after for another minute. Than another loud snap once again broke the silence.
"Wait here," said Francis," I'm gonna go check it out."
"But Pa?"
"Wait here, Joseph."
Francis left Joseph as he emerged from the brush, stalking swiftly through the trees, leaving his son in his wake. He looked around for the source of the noise, seeing nothing in the darkness. Than came a noise as though something was being dragged through the dead leaves. Francis, gun cocked and ready, pointed toward the noise once again, but this time seeing movement. He aimed his rifle at the movement, hopefully to hit a kill spot so the prey won't escape. He carefully pointed at the middle of the movement, and pulled the trigger, dropping whatever it was to the ground.
"Joseph, I got 'er!" calling out to his son.
"Can I come see it? replied Joseph.
"No, not yet son."
"Ok pa, but hurry, I'm tired and cold."
Francis than lowered his gun and began to approach whatever he shot, hoping it was a big one. As he neared it, he noticed it's silhouette was that of a human. Shocked, he ran over to the fallen man, shot square in the chest, definitely dead. The man was in his early twenties. He looked as though he was a beggar, poor and dirty to the outside conditions. The gunshot to the chest was large, sure to be a lethal blow. Francis placed his two fingers on the frigid neck, feeling no pulse. Francis suddenly felt nauseous, the night's events grasping his stomach full force. Suddenly, the man moved outward and grabbed Francis' head, lunging forward, sinking his teeth into the frightened father, ripping away skin and cartilage as the father cried in agony. Blood spewing from the wound, Francis suddenly began to feel week, and everything around him seemed to be fading away into nothing as he gasped for his last breath.
Joseph heard a loud scream from his father in the distance. He shot up from underneath the brush, squinting to try to catch a glimpse of his father.
"Pa?"
"Pa, where are you?"
"Pa, knock it off, it's not funny."
"Please, pa?"
He walked toward the direction of where he heard the cries of his father. As he got closer, he noticed movement. He than saw a silhouette of a man just about twenty feet from him.
He than walked toward the figure, saying," Pa, why didn't you answer me?"
No reply.
"What did ya kill pa?"
Again, no reply.
Joseph than approached the figure, noticing the different clothes the man was wearing, and saw at once that he wasn't his father. The man was bleeding from his chest, moaning from what must have been his wound.
"Excuse me, you know where my dad is?" squeaked the frightened boy.
Still no reply.
Suddenly, Joseph noticed another figure by the man, and discovered that it was his dad, motionless on the woodland floor, blood oozing from a ragged tear on his neck. Joseph quickly turned around and sprinted away, the man stumbling slowly behind. He ran for a minute or so, losing the man easily. Joseph leaned on a tree, sobbing for the loss of his father, feeling more lonely than ever. After a few seconds of this, he made himself stop, for the fear of his pursuer could be nearby. Joseph wiped his eyes on his sleeve and glanced at his surroundings. He than noticed four more stumbling monsters coming toward him, occasionally letting out a small, deep moan. He was surrounded. He didn't know what to do or where to go. Feeling helpless, he did what he could only think of. He withdrew his mom's picture and crouched on the ground, staring at her, suddenly not afraid of death anymore, as the monsters finally reached him, realizing he will finally join his long lost mother and loving father and being a family that he has always dreamed of.
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Author's Note:
This is my first fan fic. I hope you enjoyed reading this. I struggled with the destiny of Joseph, as if he should die or not. I chose the more realistic path and a less gruesome death to make up for my decision.
So please read and review, and remember, any criticism helps. I hope I can update this story soon when I can. I hope you enjoyed my prologue to Resident Evil: Frontier.