A Stranger's Journey
The numbing cold of the night had crept in early. Inside the church, the only source of heat was the row of candles that had been placed on both side walls of the entrance hall. But in the small cell where a very special prisoner was kept, nothing was that warm.
Ashley held her arms around her, trying to keep the little warmth she still had for as long as she could. It had been over six hours she had been locked up in the hole, and since that, she hadn't seen anybody. She was afraid. She was scared to death.
How it happened, she wasn't fully sure. But she knew one thing. They had kidnapped her.
She was not attached to nothing in the room, but the sturdy door was locked, and the walls around were very thick, and made out of brick. There was no way she was making it out of the cell that way.
She sat in a corner, waiting for her pending doom. Something that Ashley never could have predicted.
A loud thud was heard, and the door's handle blew up, leaving a cloud of dust. Before Ashley could reach the door, fast footsteps where heard from the other side, and then the sound of a door closing.
Ashely reached for the hole left where the handle used to be, and pulled the door open. She looked around, but her mysterious savior had disappeared. She scanned the room for a few seconds. After she was sure that no one guarded the route, she got down the ladder, and walked to the main room.
The benches were covered with a thick layer of dust, and of something that had a somehow different texture. Some sort of slime. Disgusted more than intrigued, Ashley turned toward the altar and walked to it.
On the altar, an open book laid. It looked much like a larger version of the bible, handwritten with a remarkable calligraphy. Only, after a quick overlook, she noticed that the texts were totally different from what the Christian bible told. She didn't bothered reading further.
The only exit was through the front door. Ashley walked back to the front, and placed her hand on the door's knob. Not a sound came from outside. It seemed a safe route. Anyway, it was the only one she had.
Outside, the cemetery was stretching downhill toward a path in the forest. Darkness covered it, along with a light fog. It did not looked like a suitable escape route. Another footpath was disposed next to the church, and basically led to the opposite direction as the cemetery.
Ashley thought that the cemetery was not a good place for her to be. She wanted to get out there. She walked along the path to the side. The path was continuing on some sort of boardwalk over the lake. However, the roughly made passageway had several gaps in it, and threatened to give way at any moment.
Ashley looked back at the church, as a lightning stroke nearby. She trembled in fear. She had to get away from that building. The further away she was, the best it would be.
She walked on the passage until the first gap. The space was of about two feet, and she knew she would be able to make it rather easily. She had always had good marks at school in this type of exercises. She tried to convince herself that it was not different. But she knew it was. God only knew what lurked in the dark waters of the lake. If she fell in that, she might as well have been dead.
''Come on Ashley, you're able...'' she told herself.
She made a step forward and jumped. Before she could realize what she had done, she landed on the other side of the boardwalk. She kept going until the second gap. She die the same thing as with the first one, and so on until she reached solid ground.
A large gate made of dark wood logs stood before her, impressive by it's height.
''Locked...'' She whispered as she tried it.
She was down to one option. There was a ladder further to the side, next to the gate. She could only hope that it led to the other side.
She climbed down the ladder slowly. Inside the cavern, the air was abnormally fresh, and some candles were lit. It was warm, and nothing was moving. However, a corner of the cave was unlit.
Ashley moved toward a bunch of crates, and checked them out to find some sort of weapon. But the crates were filled fine black powder, and no possible weapons. By examining the substance from a closer eye, Ashley identified it as gunpowder. But she was anything but sure about it. She just knew that she should not mess around with those boxes.
Suddenly, something moved in the darker corner of the cave. Ashley turned around nervously, lacking anything to defend herself.
A human figure got out of the shadows. But it wasn't quite friendly. Ashley could tell by the large cleaver the man held in his right hand. Depending on the lighting, she thought she could see blood on the knife, but she didn't matter. The man himself was dressed in villager clothing covered in dirt, and perhaps blood.
The guy walked in her direction, threatening. She was scared to death. By reflex, she lifted her hand, trying to block the large weapon being swung at her. She felt death coming before the time. At that very point, she thought of her father. What the hell was he doing now?
She had given up, and was waiting for the blade to cut her head off, when she heard a loud detonation. She felt something on her arm, in front of her. She opened her eyes, but the assailant was nowhere to be seen. She looked down and saw his body, a rather large hole in his chest.
She looked at her arm, and saw some blood and flesh dripping from it. She wiped it, trying not to scream. Then, she turned to the direction where the shot seemed to have come from.
A rather short person, probably a man, was draped under what looked like a cape, and had his whole head covered with some sort of clothe. The clothes of the man looked dirty, and he held a shinning revolver in his hands, still smoking.
''Can I help you stranger?''
Hope you like it. It is my first story taking the real Resident Evil characters, and I wanted to give Ashley a role in which she does more than just say ''Leon help!''. Leave me review, I alway reply to reviews, unless you just say ''nice''. Thanks for reading anyway.