I Survived: Prologue

SUMMARY: (Prologue for I Survived) A woman, Ellie, is trapped in the middle of the Raccoon City incident, forcing her to become stronger and make some tough choices, ultimately changing her life. It's merely the question if it's for the better, or for the worst.

RATING:T

AUTHORESS'S NOTE: This is EXTREMELY important for I Survived. All right? Please read this first.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Resident Evil.

Ellie looked around the park and sighed, her eyes lazily trailing a few kids who were playing Frisbee. She'd never really played like that as a kid, not much anyway. Her grandparents thought that the presence of other children would corrupt her and make her veer into a path of laziness and weaknesses…

Snapping her eyes from the smiling, laughing kids, she instead focused on a few dandelions that the gardener had missed, as they bobbed in the light breeze, the yellow reminding her of her girlfriend.

Her gut twisted, remembering why she was still standing here, in the shade of a tree, hands stuffed tightly into the pockets of her khaki-coloured Bahama shorts.

Her girlfriend was late…

…Again…

She was probably flirting with another woman, or even maybe a man, by no doubt.

She bit at her lip as she realized something. Even if Jessica was cheating on her…she'd forgive her. She always did, and always had, because she was a big softie; a promise of hollow love would give her heart false hope, and before she knew it that terrible heartbreaking cycle would return and she'd be powerless to it. It was like a vacuum that kept sucking her right back in no matter how hard she tried to escape it.

But Ellie Yewdon knew that one day she'd be able to escape her terrible luck. In fact, she'd almost died several times as a child, being too clumsy and uncoordinated even to play sports in gym class without getting a black eye or concussion, and the one time when they were swimming and she was allowed to participate she was almost drowned due to someone—a bully—dragging her down. She'd lived through that. She must have another purpose in life other than being everyone's punching bag, right?

She gave a weak smile at the woman with blazing blue eyes and blonde locks that approached her, noting but deciding not to bring it to her approaching girlfriend's attention. As Jessica dug into her large purse to get a piece of gum out—Fruity tasting, as always…how Ellie hated that kind of gum— her pale spring-green eyes glanced upwards to the leaves of the tree she'd been standing under.

The leaves had a slight orangey tint, she noticed, and she knew it was due to the fact it was September. Ah, September. The chilly and crisp nights were a favourite of the Yewdon with the chocolatey-coloured mid-back length hair, the bangs always messily drooping into her light springy green orbs. Her skin was slightly tanned, due to her unlucky nature, she got sunburned whenever she tried to go swimming or jogging…or walking.

Jessica rudely cleared her throat and smiled almost too sweetly at Ellie when her gaze centered on the Blonde. Ellie knew her girlfriend was snotty and a bitch, but she had her wrapped around her little finger. She hated it yet she loved Jessica…What she hated most about the situation was that she was pretty much powerless to it. She didn't like it one bit, but this was all that was left of her life for now; stuck with a snobby woman for a romantic partner and in a dead-end job.

Feh…

She was inwardly bitter about her life's circumstances but she had nobody to turn to, nobody to tell her story to that would listen. Her father left before she was born and got killed a week later. Her mother died at birth. Her grandmother and grandfather who used to beat her for being too different for their bland tastes had scarred her emotionally and even physically in a few spots, making her mask a weak, frightened one. She was very normal in most other respects, though.

She'd never really had a taste of true, pure love or affection from anyone. Never. She was so starved for it that it made her shed tears every time she thought about it, and she hated crying. It gave her a horrendous migraine.

Snapping from her thoughts at the sour, impatient look on Jessica's face, she slung her arm around the blonde's shoulders, blatantly ignoring the dirty stares some strangers gave them as they strolled down the street. She tried to keep her mind off of how what she wanted to do more than anything was to just remove her arm and run away from the blonde, even if her heart hurt at the thought of doing that to her dear Jessica…

After walking a few more blocks, Ellie blocking the thoughts sprouting from the smell on Jessica—flowery smelling perfume, which she knew didn't belong to Jessica, the only perfume in the apartment was vanilla or cinnamon scented—they entered their apartment building and separated, much to the Yewdon's muted relief and reluctance. They went up to the third floor and went to the apartment at the end of the hall, and soon entered their apartment.

Ellie's almost painfully luckier older sister Jasmine smiled at her, turning her head slightly to see them from her position sitting on the couch. She was watching a television program, something that held no interest to Ellie.

"Hiya Ellie!" she giggled. She was all so perky and happy, and it lifted a lot of people's spirits just to be around her. It almost never did for Ellie though. Raging jealousy had quickly turned into carefully hidden resentment, and then had slowly cooled into a sort of sick feeling, twisting at her stomach.

Jasmine was so lucky. She'd known their mother and father. She'd also been adopted, after their father had run off and their mother had died. She'd gotten to truly have a childhood.

Their grandparents had wanted nothing to do with her, and Ellie had, once long ago, hated her for being so lucky. She'd been adopted by a very nice couple—almost too nice of a couple—and had been raised normally and had even gone to College, and after she'd graduated her chipper personality and sweetly disarming disposition towards people had landed her a job as a receptionist in the main Umbrella Corporation office building for one of the higher-ups. She wasn't exactly able to say who, however, as it was confidential.

She was pretty, her eyes a blue like their mother's had been, she'd told her, and her brown hair was in a short flippy style that curved sweetly around her face with caramel-coloured highlights throughout it, a few blonde ones scattered here or there. Her makeup was nothing short of perfection, pink eyeshadows and lipsticks accenting her pink button-up shirt, her light blue jean daisy dukes showing off her long legs. She had bubble-gum pink socks on her small feet.

She was far taller than Ellie, their father's genes pitching in exponentially for her height of 5"11. She was skinny and had small breasts and a small curve of her hips that could have made her a model if she had so wished. She was also very athletic, and underneath her shirt she sported a finely sculpted set of abdominal muscles.

Jasmine's fiancé Jeffery walked in, the chain connecting his wallet and belt together clinking softly, cursing at a bite mark on his left shoulder that had bled down the front of his stained white shirt. His stubble was days-old and his hair was spiked up. Ellie always thought it looked like a porcupine when he styled it like that. His skin was tanned darkly, his hands stained slightly with black grease, especially around the fingernails, most likely from his job at a car garage. His scuffed tawny-coloured steel-toe boots thumped on the short grey carpet in the living room.

Jasmine uttered a shriek and practically flew off of the brown plush couch to his side, eyes wide at his injury.

"Jeff! Jeff! What happened?" She asked quickly, peeling his shirt away from the wound, confused as it looked like a humanoid bite.

Seeing his face screw up in anger, Ellie knew he was about to explode and she braced herself—she hated the sounds of yelling, and flinched at them quite noticeably. It would follow her for the rest of her life, she knew, and all she could do was try to condition herself to not flinch when expecting the angry shouts.

The things she didn't like about Jeff were that he was an utter slob—"He's just a guy, you know, Ellie?" Jessica had once said, excusing his behavior as being a part of the package with males—and his inexcusably volatile temper. He'd never physically abused Jasmine or anyone, as far as she knew, but he just didn't apologize for what he said when angry.

"A damned fat guy bit me on the subway, that's what!" he growled. "Tore out a chunk too! And then nobody fucking helped me!" His face was in a pissed-off scowl as Jasmine and Jessica ushered him off towards the bathroom to dress his wound.

The silent and now alone Ellie then turned and walked into the bedroom she shared with Jessica, undressing from the day and slipping into a pair of black flannel sleeping pants and a men's tee-shirt. She laid on their bed after getting underneath the dark brown comforter staring at the slightly dirty white ceiling, ignoring the tan colour of the four walls of the small fifteen by ten bedroom, especially ignoring the small closet to either side of the room and slipped into a restless, fidgety sleep.

XxXxXxXxX

"Unnnngh…" a groan came from outside Ellie's window, instantly waking her, and she sat bolt upright, ready to fucking run. She pulled the covers up to her chest and huddled, leaning on the headboard. She had heard about the attacks lately. The ones where the victims had been mostly eaten… She'd stumbled upon one of the scenes itself and it had frightened her, so much that her usual nightmarish ordeals from her past, especially of the belt her grandfather had used and her grandmother's locking her in a closet for hours seemed distantly fearsome. She was already terribly light sleeper, with her emotional scars, some of which were attached to a few of her physical ones, she was unusually jumpy.

"It's fine, It's fine, It's fine." she whispered to herself, promising herself it was okay, just hoping to calm her heart down so she could lay back down and breathe properly. Jessica was asleep on the bed next to her, mouth twisted in a light scheming smirk and her nose crinkled. Ellie reached over and stroked the other woman's face, a cold, tired dread and a warm sensation leaking into her heart, a wry smile on her face.

Even though what they had was a sham, one of which she was quite aware of, Jessica was the only person that she could trust to share her bed with. She'd been there to soothe her wounds during the night so long ago when she had snuck out, even under promise of painful punishment from her grandparents for even daring to 'Go against their and God's word and lay with a woman as she would with a man'. A sudden shock of sadness chilled her heart. Jessica had drifted away a few months ago but she stayed with the Yewdon because it had it's perks, and she had a free place to stay, and was well taken care of. Who would be stupid enough to throw that kind of free ride away?

She then wrapped herself around the other woman, her arms resting over the other female's midsection, her front pressed to Jessica's back, her hand curled over the hard bumps of ribs, not on her breast as it had in the past when they were truly, fully together, and not over her stomach as she had before she was brave enough to touch the other woman's breasts. Both seemed too personal. She tried to ignore that they hadn't been together intimately for at least three months, too… she shut her needs out of her mind. Time to go back to sleep, she reasoned, as she blocked out the inhuman sounds from outside that she convinced herself that she had only heard in her mind, and the desire for her to touch herself almost painfully announcing itself as an ache between her legs.

XxXxXxXxX

"Ellie," a woman's voice purred. "C'mon hon, get up."

The light green orbs opened, her smile not quite reaching her eyes as she saw her girlfriend holding a tray of breakfast—french toast and strawberries with tea on the side. Jessica must want something, to be buttering her up with breakfast in bed, Ellie thought.

After they had eaten, and Ellie had gotten dressed in a midriff-baring light pink tank top that only lifted up to show her stomach due to her D-cup breasts, that were in her favourite skin-coloured bra. She had on very loose cuffed jeans and put on a black loose button-up shirt over the tank top and left it open, then slipped her grey-socked feet into her black converse knock offs. She tied her hip-long locks back into a ponytail to get it out of her way with a single black elastic, not bothering to brush it, blowing her bangs out of her face with a huff of breath directed upwards, not caring how silly it looked. She glanced at the alarm clock in the room…it was about ten am.

She exited the bedroom, and her senses were suddenly on high alert when all she heard was…well…nothing. It was almost chillingly silent. Usually by now the apartment would be full of noise, either Jessica and Jasmine laughing or chattering and watching television or one of Jeff's rants. Or even something being cooked in the kitchen. Something. The sound of herself breathing was almost too loud, and her heart sped up, it thudding heavily in her ears.

'Something's very wrong here…' Even though it was silly, even her thoughts seemed too loud to her in this unnatural quietness that had blanketed the apartment.

She cautiously reached for the nine millimeter handgun she kept in the fake potted plant outside her bedroom door, and took the safety off, increasingly glad that it was loaded.

As she walked down the hall, trying to get to the main room, she cursed at the fact there were a lot of doorways in this apartment. But she looked into each one, making sure the rooms weren't occupied—and they most certainly weren't—before she got to the main living room.

The sounds of ripping flesh and moaning caught her attention immediately, and she was suddenly glad her grandfather had forced her to hunt with him when she was younger. All of a sudden her sister's brother popped up from the other side of the couch, lower half of his face covered in blood from a broken, crushed nose, and his eyes rolled back.

"Jeff? …Jeffery? …Dude…are you alright?" she asked, but something in her head kept screaming at her to shoot for the head, to just gun him down. She struggled with that instinct, but didn't get any nearer. She kept her distance. She remembered that ghastly scene, that she'd stumbled upon, in that alley that she'd used as a shortcut to the park after work.

That poor woman who had bites of flesh taken out all over her body, her blouse pulled down and to the side, and blood everywhere, the stench of it overwhelmingly metallic. What had been worse was the sharpened piece of metal, an abandoned, rusty pickaxe left in the alley that she'd glanced at many times was sticking through her head, out of her left eye socket, eyes glazed over. She'd shooed rats away from where they had been eating the corpse and had done the only thing she'd thought of as she'd stared at the rotting corpse—she'd called Chief Marvin Branagh on his personal phone line.

She snapped from her revire as he groaned again, bloody spittle leaking from his lips. He then raised his left arm to nibble at something there, she almost vomited as a wave of nausea and dread assaulted her senses. It was a human ear, a silver heart stud pierced through the lobe, connected to half a scalp of beautiful but now blood-spattered blonde hair.

'Those are the earrings I bought her…' She felt numb, but filled with rage, and she could barely choke out her next words. "You…Jeff…You…Y-you…" she then squeezed her eyes shut as she pulled the trigger, a scream of rage ripping from her vocal chords, ignoring the pain as her wrist bent too much, unused from the weapon's recoil.

Bang.

A solid temple shot. Pure, simple luck.

She heard two more groans and her eyes snapped open, a chorus of the monsters who used to be people she had known, people who had been…people a mere hour ago. The song of the…She didn't want to think it, but…undead.

She groaned, feeling bile rise in her throat. It burned so badly she coughed a little, choking. She heard a shuffling noise from the other side of the brown plush couch, and the hand that held the gun trembled in fear of what she was about to see. She didn't dare get closer, and she didn't dare go back into the hallway.

She almost gagged when Jasmine rose up from behind the couch…her nose ripped off and one eye hanging out of a bloody socket. Her flippy hair was mussed and matted with blood, the blonde streaks spattered with dark red. A patch of her cheek was also missing. Her blue eyes were filmed over. Lifeless, so unlike she'd been before…this had happened to her.

Bang. Her hand trembled, and her breathing became shallow—she was not ready for what was going to happen next, and she knew it.

A person she knew all too well stood first, missing half a scalp with glazed over blue eyes. A ghastly moan escaped her lip, a breathy, throaty, inhuman sound. Her hands reached out, and the ring that Ellie had given her twinkled on her right ring finger, the silver band with a gold heart on top speckled with fresh blood.

Ellie's eyes watered, both from emotional pain and the burning in the back of her throat, warning her that she was going to puke.

"N-No…" she muttered as the thing that used to be Jessica started to slowly come towards her. "N…NO!" she shot five times, trigger finger pumping as fast as she could get it to. She had good aim, so only two of the shots punctured what used to be her blonde beauty in the throat and chest, and the other three hit her on the head. One on the temple, one in one of her once-beautiful eyes, and the other punched a gruesome hole through her right cheek.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.

Almost as if in slow motion, she could only stare numbly as Jessica's body, riddled with bullet holes from her own gun, fall.

Thud. She fell on top of the couch, just so, so that her one remaining filmed over eyes stared at her, almost in silent accusation.

She quivered, knowing they were all dead. Then the smell of their blood reached her nose more pungently and she couldn't help it anymore, and without even bothering to run for the bathroom, she fell to her hands and knees and vomited her breakfast onto the carpet. She kept vomiting, tears pricking her eyes and her head pounding, until she was dry heaving. She didn't know how much time had passed, and she didn't want to know. It didn't matter anymore. She got up and just stared at their mutilated, fallen forms, too numb to feel sick at the smell, which she was slowly getting used to, or to think about how they had been when alive.

Their blood was on her hands, and she couldn't turn back the clock. It made her empty stomach churn to think about it, but it was done and over with. Tears welled in her eyes as she realized the blood of the one person she had tolerated for years and years on end without a single lashing out was on her hands and they'd they'd even spooned the night before.

she fell to her knees, gun still clutched in her right hand, the clip half gone already. She took deep breaths, and she couldn't suppress the scream of rage and anguish that ripped itself from her vocal chords, tears leaking from her eyes. Her heart clenched, and all she could wonder was why, why this had happened…why this had happened to them.

After who-knows how long of tears leaking down her face she finally wiped them away with her forearm. She then stood, even if shakily, face stony, and packed up several more clips from Jeffery's stash of ammunition that he kept in the room they used to store stuff in such as Christmas decorations. She stuffed about four of the clips in her large pockets, two in each one. Thinking more about it, she also picked up an old knife case of his too that could hold her ammunition and slung it around her hips snugly, it laying on the backside of her hips, lifted by the curve of her ass. She picked up his old shotgun and all the shells he had for it, putting two reloads worth in her pockets, the rest in her knife case.—thirty two, a decent amount, but not enough for her to be comfortable with it.

Having everything she would be able to use as a weapon to defend herself from back here, and slightly cursing that Jasmine had made Jeffery sell all of his hunting knives, she went to the bathroom and picked up bandages and some antibiotic ointment and a few bottles of painkiller. She also unlocked the small box they kept underneath the sink, only for emergencies, and took the few herbs there. Three green ones, it would have to do. She went to the small kitchen and turned off the stove—The soup had boiled over. She tried not to think that Jasmine or Jessica had been standing here, cooking, not too long ago…She took some of the sharper, serrated kitchen knives and carefully slid them into place within the roomy knife case. Thinking about it more, she raided the fridge quickly, putting an apple into the knife case and a few bottles of water, careful to place them so they wouldn't be punctured by the sharp instruments.

Walking to the bedroom she and Jessica used to share she took one last glance around, and her eyes softened at a picture of all of them that had been taken very recently…she couldn't leave that behind. She took it from it's frame, and quickly and neatly folded it and placed it in a plastic bag to hopefully not get damaged or wet. She shoved it in her back pocket, and then turned to the window. Looking outside, she smiled lightly.

The fire escape. She knew the way around the city, on the fire escape…It would be the safest route.

Wordlessly, not looking behind her, she opened the window and slid easily out, her handgun stuck in the belt of the knife case with the safety on, her shotgun held carefully in her left hand. She was thankful that she was ambidextrous, something that gained her much ridicule in the past.

She shut the window, and set her sights forward—on what had happened to this now hellish, doomed city.

K.L.K- Alrighty, how was it? Like it? Hate it? Oh well, this is just the prologue to another Ficcy.

Ellie-... (shudders)

Jill- Trust me, you'll get used to it.

Ellie- (snaps out of it for a second)...Who the heck are you? (then curls into a ball in an emo corner, whimpering and cradling her nine millimeter handgun with half a clip in it)

K.L.K- Okaaaay? Anyway, she won't be quite an emo character, and she won't go insane either, so get that thought outta your heads. She's quite important though, and you'll see later why I keep the other two games in perspective. I'll change very few things with those games, and I'll even include the puzzles. Thank kami for game walkthroughs on YouTube. anyway, read and review!