A/N. So, This is me, trying to write a Resident Evil fanfic. I've watched these movies like 15 times in four days, they're incredibly addicting. I actually researched the guns for this... it was incredibly interesting! Uhm, if you like it, you can reveiw XD They will fuel my writing (bribery XD) I'm currently on holidays, so, I should be able to keep this up for a while. Hope you Enjoy it!
FAL : Jay
P.S. Any Errors, if you report them to me, they will be fixed!
Disclaimer : I DO NOT OWN RESIDENT EVIL (damn it) If I did, i wouldn't be as poor as i am, and i wouldn't be writing this, I'd be filming the next movie, or something!
Prologue
The first thing he was aware of was that someone was dragging something heavy, and the sound was echoing through the room.
The second thing he realised, quickly after the first, was that his head felt like it was splitting open. Literally.
The third was that he should not be able to realise things, because he should be dead. As in, D E A D, not undead or slightly dead, but dead. Dead as a hunk of road kill; the kind that you have no idea what it was before the thing got hit by some bastard. He groaned, and realised that other than the memory of dying, he had nothing else with him.
"Ok, this may sting, and then you're going to feel fine, Ok?" a female voice, standing to his side, with a slight Australian accent. Then the slight sting of a needle being pushed into the crease of his arm.
"Fine as in I'm going to feel like dying, again, or fine as in I won't feel much pain?" A small chuckle from the female next to him.
"Fine as in a squirrel whose been given sugar, you'll go right up, then right down" He sluggishly opened his eyes, connecting on to dark grey-blue ones. The girl was young, early to mid twenties, shoulder length black hair, but unevenly, as if done with some kind of scissors at home. Her skin was tanned and dusty, her mouth smiling, as if the most natural thing in the world.
"Time to get up, mate" He groaned at her eagerness.
"Why?" He did so anyway, pulling the needles out of his chest, and the IV drip out of his hand.
"Well, there is a group of dead people outside who say that we resemble a nice, juicy steak. That news to you, too? Oh, and your memories should come back in a few minutes, so don't worry" She shoved a plain white shirt his way, before holding out two handguns to him. He quickly pulled his shirt on and raised an eyebrow at the guns.
"Taurus PT745's, semi automatic. Ok?" She looked slightly unsure.
"Got anything bigger?" She grinned, and picked up an assault rifle from a desk behind her.
"FN Scar, heavy, 625 rounds per minute. That better?" He nodded. "Ok, well, I have some better clothes for you in the SUV that should fit. I'll explain what I can there, but for now, we need out. Now, you ready?" He took a few deep breaths and nodded, noticing the medium sized box she had strapped on to the small of her back, sitting underneath a Lupara. He decided to question it later. The girl walked to the end of the desk that was furthest away from the door, gave him a small nod and pulled it back. The door burst open and the undead pilled in, and before he could think about it, his body automatically pulled the trigger, aiming for the heads.
Reveiws are like sugar ; the more you have the, the quicker you run (or write)