Hey guys! This is my first Resident Evil fanfic and in my opinion, Resident Evil 4 is one of the best games for game play and story! So that's why I decided to do this :) This is a relatively new fanfic account; I used to write a lot of fanfic on a different account, but I lost it and recently I decided to start again, so I'm probably a bit out of practice... Feel free to leave reviews telling me where I can improve and all that jazz! :)

I also love putting OC's into stories because it gives the reader a feel that they can experience the game even more by putting themselves in the OC's shoes you know? :)

Thanks for giving this story a chance! Enjoy! :)

Chapter 1

Eva's POV

Man, this is a really horrible part of Spain, I thought to myself. All I had come across was little wooden shacks (that looked like they needed a good wash) and trees. I don't think I ever want to see another tree again. Honestly, nearly three hours of this has made me despise trees more than a normal person should.

I was beginning to panic quite a bit now. I was meant to be at my sisters over two hours ago, but the bridge was out and I had been forced to take an annoying detour down shit-lane. All that was going through my head was: I'm going to end up in some real-life The Hills Have Eyes aren't I? Then I'd force a laugh and tell myself 'No, that's just silly'. It just felt, and looked, too much like the plot of a really predictable horror movie.

My car started to make chucking noises and I glanced at the petrol gauge. Shit.

I am out of petrol in the middle of a fucking forest town that I've been driving through for nearly three hours. God knows how long it would take for me to go back the way I had come.

I sat there for a few minutes, weighing up my options. I grabbed my jacket from the passenger seat of the car and put it on, sticking my phone in my pocket too, even though I hadn't had any signal on it for a while now because of the stupid trees. I glanced at myself in the wing mirror, making sure I didn't look crazy so these backwards towns' people wouldn't try and sacrifice me or something. Nope, my hair was still okay and my small bit of make-up was still intact. Time to go walking and see if there actually was anyone out there who could help.

Once I was out of the car, I looked around to take in my surroundings. I decided it might be just best if I followed the pathway, it would most likely lead me somewhere there were people I could ask for help, or even directions to somewhere I could call my sister or even a taxi.

After what felt like hours of walking, I finally came to house. It looked better than the wooden shacks I passed, but not by much. It was a two story and it looked as if it hadn't been looked after properly for a good few months. The grass was over grown and the paint on the windows and doorframes was chipped and mouldy.

As I was about to walk around to the front of the house, I heard a three loud gunshots. Gunshots? What?

Then I heard the tires of a car screeching, a couple of shouts and crash. I was frozen to the spot; my heart was thumping loudly in my chest. What the hell had I just walked into? Just as I went to peek around the corner of the house, I heard an angry voice shouting from behind me.

"¡Un forastero!"

I spun around just as an axe flew right by my head.

That was when I screamed. I swear the crazy-ass man was actually shocked for a split second, until he decided to run at me, taking another axe out from behind his back. I don't even want to know where he was keeping that.

I scrambled around the side of the house. As I got past the front door of the house, I tripped and fell flat on my face. As I clambered clumsily to my feet, I tasted blood in my mouth. Great, I'd obviously just split my lip open. Then a man came crashing out of the second story window just above me, hitting the ground hard and rolling up onto his feet. He was tall, broad and had chin length blonde hair.

That was all I saw, because I ran. Which, I might add, was pretty damn hard to do in skinny jeans. I was almost positive I heard the blonde man shouting at me to wait, but I did not want to be involved in what was going on back there. I just wanted to get to my sister's house and have a girly weekend without any drama, eat lots of food and watch cheesy movies. For a few minutes while I was running, I heard a couple more gun shots and then silence.

My breathing was rough and heavy as I ran as fast as my legs would carry me down the dirt path, which wasn't really much considering I'm only 5'ft 2'. I finally came to a tiny wooden shed and I threw myself inside. I leaned against the wall, gasping for breath. Then I heard slow footsteps moving towards the shed. I stood up straight, as flat as I could against the wall, hoping the footsteps would continue on down the path so I could go back the way I had came. I closed my eyes; hoping this was all a bad dream and that I'd wake up and I hadn't even gotten on my flight yet.

"You wanna tell me what you're doing here?"

I whipped my head around and saw the blonde man standing there, gun in hand and a slightly pissed off look on his face, which was actually quite good looking. I don't know how I missed that the first time I saw him, maybe because he had just launched himself out a window right above my head.

Oh God, I thought, he's going to kill me isn't he?

"Please don't kill me!" I pleaded, scurrying back into the corner while keeping my eyes planted on his gun.

First chapters are always the hardest, hoping that it'll keep everyone's attention and hoping they'll enjoy it haha. Thanks for reading anyway and please drop a quick review to let me know if you enjoyed it! :)