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(A/N: Alright, first fanfiction EVER so don't go 'you suck so bad that you should be char-broiled along with J.B. in the pot of chipotle.' I accept PROFESSIONAL criticism along with all of the other crazy psychopathic things readers post. (BTW if you ask NICELY, I shall read anything if you would like.) Anyways… I HOPE YOU LIKE IT! I will post the first chapter a day after the prologue (hopefully), which is serious, short, and sort of boring. So enjoy my rare seriousness until tomorrow.)
(Edit: WOW It has been awhile. I haven't taken a look at this story for quite some time now. I realize now that this story could have so much more potential if I only give it a try. SO, what I plan on doing is editing the only two chapters I have posted so far by adding detail and what not and see where that takes us. Of course, since I feel like the prologue is in good condition I'm going to change a couple of minor details but leave the rest the same. And I realize that people MAY want a bit more detail but I just want everyone to be slightly confused. Enjoy ;D)
Prologue: The Beginning of the Beginning
The first-class train sped down the tracks, squishing a poor, innocent little deer to a mushy pile of "licorice" covered in "salsa." Everyone on the train was, of course, oblivious to the soul of the animal leaving its corpse and flipping the train "the finger." One of the passengers was extremely engrossed in a file, which had a white and red umbrella-looking symbol on it, the symbol matching the one on his suit. As he read the papers, he tried to ignore the pointless chatter going on around him. The man looked as if he was in his early twenties, with combed-back dirty blonde hair with a stubble on his chin to match. His facial features consisted of ocean-blue eyes that had bags under them from the lack of sleep, and a boyish look to his entire face. His posture was that of a teenager, slumping in his seat with an exasperated look on his face.
He shifted in his seat uncomfortably, doing his best to find a better position.
The only reason he was uncomfortable was because of the Desert Eagle digging into his back.
He looked up abruptly to survey his surroundings. He was in a dimly lit cabin with at least a dozen other people, either sleeping or reading. He felt that something wasn't right, then his instincts told him to get somewhere that did not have any windows or vents.
So, he stood up, file in hand, and walked over to a supply closet, where he stepped in and locked the door. Soon after, there was the sound of shattering glass and screaming. Through all of the screams of agony, the man, not once, broke the look of calmness on the exterior of his body. He knew this was going to happen soon, but he didn't think this soon.
The train lurched forward, taking the man by surprise, and then started to slow to a stop.
He stood there for a second and decided that he should try to get some sleep while he still can. So, he took a pillow and a blanket that was conveniently placed on a shelf next to him, made some room on the carpeted floor, and fell asleep.
(Like I said, short. BUT, like I said, I will do my best to try and post the first chapter tomorrow so everyone can read it. No promises though because I live with an A-hole of a cop so I might be very busy to the point where I will have to wait. P.S. I do not own Resident Evil….. Yet. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!)
-K.S. (No not Kill Steal)
