Well, this is my first R.E. fanfic, be easy on me! I haven't beaten the game yet, but I'm at the last part where the plane is attacked by the monster guy (I sound ditsy, but bare with me! ). This story is assuming that the monster succeeds in crashing the plane and both Steve and Clare survive, finding an old (apparently abandoned) town called Everville, where even more terrifying creatures emerge from the thick of woods that surrounds them. Actually, that was a better description of the story than the summary was! Well, I'll give it my all, enjoy!
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Clare.
Clare Redfield.
Her stormy blue eyes slowly fluttered open. A stab of pain shot throughout her body, her scream crushing itself in agony as she began to convulse in rhythmic torture. Her nails dug into damp earth, mud and moss snaring around her fingers. Her nostrils filled with the sickly sweet sent of dead plants and mold, as her eyes easily became adjusted to the darkness around her.
And for a moment, she had forgotten it all. The fear. The pain. The loneliness. And for that moment, she lay in peace and happiness. But soon, it all flooded back in a rush of screams, dashes, and smears of blood. Her hands flew to cover her face, to hide and to run from it all, but inside she knew that no matter how much she ran or hid, it would always be there. Hot tears burned down her cheeks as she silently wept, knowing that she would never escape the nightmare.
Then, the thought came. Steve.
" St…Steve…."
She choked out his name the best she could, trying desperately to call to him. She rolled onto her stomach and got to her knees, beginning to crawl slowly around. She shrieked and jumped back, a sharp jutted piece of metal slicing her left palm. She clamped her eyes shut and tried to smother the pain, the hot tears once again returning to her eyes. She bit her lower lip to hold back her sobs, holding the wound tightly around the hem of her vermillion halter-top.
She had to find Steve.
Realizing where she was in the plane, she pulled herself up by the handle of the cargo door, twisting it with all her strength, letting her body weight pull it open. She staggered to the cockpit, stumbling and slurring out softly " St.. Steve….". She came to the pilot chair, slowly leaning over it, afraid of what she might find.
Nothing.
All that was in the chair was a thick dried puddle of blackened blood. Her stomach churned as she began to vomit, clutching hard at the seat. She bit back a cry as the same hot tears blurred her vision, her cheeks red and her eyes swollen as she staggered out of the crashed plane, the hole back end ( where the cargo room had been ) was completely ripped off. How did I survive this? The thought poundedat her head as she searched the ground for any sign of Steve.
There was a trail of blood leading through the forest.
Without hesitation, she followed it, hoping to find Steve at the end.
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That was good! I think I did okay for my first one, but I'm not the judge here you guys are, so please review it, any comments or ideas are welcome, but please make it constructive criticism, my feelings hurt easily.
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