This will be many, many chapters and used to help clear my writers block. Make suggestions for pairings, this fic has no bias :D
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Resident Drabbles:
Chapter 1: Aftermath (Chris/Jill)
Chris gripped Jill's hand tightly, her callused fingers intertwining with his. He peered at his reflection through the helicopter's side window, his blue eyes, lined with heavy lids returning his gaze. The morning sun shed its amber glow of the silhouettes of the mountains, the sky painted in a hue of blues and oranges. He closed his eyes and rested his head against the cold, steel bulkhead, feeling the engine reverberating through the vehicle.
'It's finally over.'
Exhausted, frustrated and beyond any hopes of understanding, Chris looked back on the events he knew would haunt him for the rest of his life. He'd seen his closest friends die before his eyes, in ways he'd thought unimaginable. Torn limb-from-limb, disembowelled by ungodly creations of a company that was as unassuming as a child. He bought Umbrella's brand aspirin at the drug store on an almost weekly basis, to think that they secretly used their profits to run inhumane experiments.
"How can they live with themselves?" he asked inwardly.
Receiving no answer, the brunette man turned to his partner; she was fast asleep. Over the past twenty-four hours, Chris wondered himself why he hadn't fallen asleep. Adrenaline was probably the logical conclusion, searching deeper though, he knew it was fear. He'd told his comrades countless times of how war was hell for him when he was in the Air Force. What he'd witnessed in his early years compared in no way to Umbrella. The monsters he'd been forced to kill made him question his very perspective on reality, telling the truth from deception seemed nigh impossible.
Chris scooted down a little in the rough seat, resting his head against his free hand. Jill stirred in her sleep, a soft murmur from her delicate lips. He smiled at her, watching her eyes flutter behind their lids as he wondered what she dreamed of. Her beret toppled from her crown as she lay her head upon his shoulder, her short, dark hair falling across her cheek. Chris craned his neck and kissed her briefly on the forehead, as the events in the mansion had passed, Chris felt an urgent desire to protect her. It may have spawned from the same need to protect his little sister, it may have spawned from something new, something powerful; a bond had been formed between them, and he knew it would be unbreakable.
I know this was way too short, make a suggestion for a pairing please!
