In the Heat of Battle
Disclaimer: I don't own RE, Capcom does.
I keep my eyes shut tightly, not wanting to open them, but I know I have to; I have to keep moving so that they don't find me. The words my father said before we parted still ring fresh in my head. In the darkness lies your fears. Listen Sam, you have to keep moving, I can't let them find you. It'll be okay, I'll find you, I promise.
It's been a month since that day, the last time I saw my father. I am Samantha Loche and my father is Brian Loche. My mother is dead, she died a while ago, but I hadn't cared, I didn't like her. I had always been much closer to my father.
Finally I force my brown eyes open and stand up, yawning. Quickly I register the following things about my surroundings: 1- I'm surrounded by rotting men and women, holding their arms out towards me. 2- My knife is on the ground next to me. 3- There's no chance of escape.
I manage the cut the head off of one zombie, but they just get way too close to handle. Just as I close my eyes and prepare to die I hear a loud gunshot and some of the zombies fall. BANG! Another gunshot. The rest of the zombies fall and I slowly turn around with my hands raised. I know whoever's the owner of the gun probably doesn't mean to hurt me, but I'm not taking any chances, my father would have been devastated if I had died.
I see a tall, brunette girl with her long hair in a ponytail. She has pretty blue eyes and smiles at me when she sees that I'm just a child, at the age of twelve. She lowers her gun, takes a step towards me, crouches down, holds her hand out to me, and says, "Hello sweetie, what's your name?"
I look at her warily and consider the possibility that she could be bad, with the people I'm running from. I immediately rule out that possibility. I look at her and slowly start to speak, my voice a bit rusty from not being used. "My dad told me not to talk to strangers." I say, "But I trust you. My name's Sam. It's short for Samantha."
She smiles yet again and says, "I'm Claire Redfield." I take her hand, placing every ounce of trust I can muster into her. She leads me forward and asks, "So, what's your dad's name?" "Brian." I respond absentmindedly. Claire frowns, as if trying to remember something, but then shakes her head. "I don't know who that could be."
After a while of following Claire I ask, "Where are you taking me?" "To the other survivors." Comes Claire's response, echoing through the empty city, "Just a little farther." As promised, Claire leads me to a little camp. It's filthy, but nicer than the rest of the city. Claire introduces me to Rebecca Chambers. I immediately trust her.
After Claire and Rebecca finish introducing me to the very small group I feel tired. Nobody in the group besides Claire and Rebecca really caught my eye. Except for the only other kid here, a boy, age fourteen, by the name of Alex Marx. He wasn't particularly hostile or objecting my presence here, but he also wasn't particularly friendly.
In the morning I wake up. My dreams had been troubled by many things. The vacant way Alex talks, as if something bad had happened to him. Memories of my dad and the house we lived in. The house! I forgot that key!