Chapter 1
It was hot, like really hot and bright. Mest didn't know where he was or who he was. All he knew was his full name and ID number. He slowly got up trying to see as he tried his best to stand. Then it hit him like a train, he remembered the outbreak of the T-virus, of the cruelty of Umbrella Corporation. Once he could finally stand he looked around him wondering where the hell he was at. No cars, no towns, no houses, no signs, and just a road.
He didn't know which way lead where, but he decided to go right. While walking he checked to see what he had, and there's nothing at all. If he was going to run into one those things he wouldn't have any way to defend himself. Of course in his moment of distraction, he didn't hear the sound of a vehicle coming down the road until it passed by him.
He groaned into his hand, then the blast of dust came at him, "OH SHIT! What the hell?! Someone just went by and I was to busy to sto-. Wait they stopped."
He jogged towards the vehicle, but with all the dust he started to walk not seeing what was in front of him. There was a click, then a gun in his face. All he could see was blue hair, and a face that had the most cold look he had ever seen.
"Are you infected?"
He froze because, one there was a gun in his face, and two there was the most beautiful lady he ever seen, "I-uh... What?"
She rolled her eyes at him, "Let me say it slower. Are. You. Infected? I, n, f, e, c-."
"Yeah I know what infected means, and no I'm not," he mumbled under his breath, "I know how to spell you know."
"Well that's great if you can spell, but I need to make sure you aren't lying. Take off your shirt."
"Woah woah, my shirt?! Look I already told you I'm no-."
She put the gun closer to his head, "Shirt. Off now."
He took off his shirt as quick as he could, and started turning in a circle, "see not infected."
She squinted her eyes, "There one more place I have to check."
He looked confused as his arms were above his head. She bent down, and started feeling his legs through his pants. After she was finished she patted him on the shoulder.
"My name is Wendy, Wendy Marvell. I'm sure you have name as well. I try to help people, but there's not too many people to help anymore," she smiled at him.
That hard look on her face instantly went away, he was amazed by it. Now that he really looked at her the pants she was wearing was like black skinny jeans, but with a bunch of straps made for knifes and two handguns. She was wearing a dark brown tank top with dark reddish hoodie. He saw two extra guns strapped by her sides inside the hoodie. Her hair was in a pony tail, but it still fanned around her when she moved her head. He was looking at the two guns inside her jacket when he finally got a good look at her chest.
He coughed into his hand, "I'm... I'm Mest Gryder.. That's all I remember, and...some numbers...t-that I think are a ID number."
She was digging for something in the back of jeep as he was talking, and all he could see was the backside of her. Whatever she was looking for he hoped she didn't find it just yet. All too soon she popped back up with a handgun and some food.
She handed it to him, "Here, there's a lot where that came from."
"Thanks, I don't know what I'll be doing now if you didn't show up," then he chuckled, "Oh wait are you leaving?"
"That depends if you're coming with me or not. Besides I have been needing some help with all damn sleepwalkers lately," she said as she got in the Jeep.
He got in right after her, and loaded his gun and clicked it in, "Well I'll be happy to help Wens," then smirked at her.
They had driven for hours, and it hasn't gotten any cooler since. Mest wasn't sure but he felt like he had eyes on him. When he turned his head he saw Wendy looking at him from the corner of her eye, then she quickly looked away.
Mest had on army cargo pants and boots with a thin white T-shirt. It started to get awkward for him so maybe some small talk would help.
He looked at Wendy again, "Sooo wens, tell me about your first encounter or uh well I don't know. Just anything so it won't be quiet."
She smiled, "Well there's not much to say about it. I was on my way home from school the bus crashed, and I woke up in a white room with tubes sticking in me all over. I was tested on by Umbrella, because of it I never felt like myself I have horrible dreams... I don't remember much from my life before. It's a rough trying to survive when you're fourteen, there's zombies out there wanting to eat you."
"Oh god Wendy I'm sorry... Wait you were fourteen then?! Then that makes you sixteen right? YOU'RE SIXTEEN?!"
She looked at him strangely, "Yeah why?"
He looked at her up and down one more time, "I just thought you.. Were older... I mean, wow I'm such an idiot... I got saved by someone who's four years younger than me... I'm.. Ugh."
She laughed, "I'm sorry I had to laugh, so you're twenty huh. I figured you were a year younger or so, but it's alright stuff like this shouldn't matter anymore. Surviving everyday is more important."
He looked at her again, "Yeah I guess so, also do you need me to drive?"
"No I'm good, but tell me Mest about yourself."
Trying his best to recall anything, but it wasn't working, "I don't remember anything about myself or my past... I just remember numbers. Seven numbers in total. 862-63-78."
"I'm sure you will remember something soon, and those numbers you have no idea what it might be?."
"Nope none at all... But my main concern right now is where I'll be getting some sleep at, " he stretched as he spoke.
Wendy pointed to the left, "Well I don't think we have to worry about that, look there's a old cabin right there."
Both of them had their guns in hand as they searched the cabin. Luckily there were no zombies of any kind, everything still worked, the power and the pluming. There was a big barn in the back where they put the jeep.
Wendy had taken over the master bedroom, while one of the two small rooms was tossed to Mest. There was only one bathroom in the whole cabin, and Mest was never a fan of sharing things.
Then again if he's sharing with her he wouldn't mind at all. She saved his life, and he was somehow drawn to her in way he couldn't explain if he tried. He didn't know when the last time he took a shower was, but right now it seemed like a good time than any other to take one.
He took his time enjoying the feeling of hot water, afterward he looked at himself in the mirror. He saw the scar there resting on his face, and yet he still flinched looking at it. He felt a huge bounding in his head making him grab it with his hands.
He watched all of them die in front of his eyes. Everyone on his team gone just like that, and he was the last one standing. He tightly gripped his gun checking the last clip he had left. Only half remained, then he sunk to the ground thinking he didn't have a chance against them. He was apart of the elite team, but they still didn't have a chance.
He looked back towards the way he came, and saw them there ready to get rid of him like an insect. In a split second it was across the room, then it was in his face as it slashed him knocking him unconscious.
When he finally woke up he was strapped in a bed with tubes in his wrists. He was scared shitless for the second time in his life. The room was empty and bear making it seem futile in its own way. He wished he died with everyone else.
He felt warm hands around him as he opened his eyes, "Uuuugh, huh? What-."
Wendy looked at him worriedly as she held his head, "Shh, don't move. I head something loud come from here, so I was going to check on you, but you didn't answer... so I broke down the door. Are you okay? What happened?"
He slowly started getting up, "I was looking at myself in the mirror.. And.. And I had a memory come back with this sharp pain in my head."
Wendy helped him up as she walked him to his room, "come on let's get you to your bed."
His head was still pounding, but he still realized he wasn't wearing a shirt. Wendy was wearing shorts with just a tank top on, and he could tell because she had her chest up against his back while helping him walk. Once he sat down on the bed she let go of him and sat down next to him.
"There's no medicine that I could give you at all so."
He had his eyes closed, then opened them, "No, no it's okay. I don't need it. I'm good now. That was so weird."
Wendy was looking at the ceiling as she spoke, "That was how it was for me when I escaped from the Umbrella facility. Something would trigger a memory, and this awful pain in my head would be there."
Mest nodded his head a bit, "I wouldn't doubt it if I escaped from one too, I saw myself stuck in this room, but, I don't know where."
He looked over at Wendy to see her head low and her shoulder slumped, then she spoke softly, "The only thing I can remember is when I was stuck in a room where they stuck a bunch of shit inside of me. Where they pushed a button, and the most horrible pain I ever felt happened. They would starve me, and keep me awake with drugs for days... I was so.. so so scared for every second I was in there."
He felt something inside of him twist in way that hurt. He saw the tears that landed on her fists. He grabbed her and held her, he flopped back on the bed as he continued to cling to her. She held on to him as she whimpered and sobbed into his chest. He couldn't think of how she survived on her own this whole time alone. At some point she had fallen asleep, he continued to stroke her hair hoping she was at least having a good dream. He couldn't sleep at all, until the sun started to shine into the room his eyes closed.
He slowly opened his eyes to find that Wendy had wrapped herself around him snoring away. This wasn't good at all, he forgot he wasn't wearing a shirt, and the fact that Wendy just had on a thin tank top to cover her boobs. He was about to wake her when she moved her head closer to his as she started to wake up. Once her eyes were open her mouth was centimeters away from his.
She blinked a few times, then her eyes got big, "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!"
"OW?! ME?! I wasn't trying to do anything I just woke up too! You fell asleep on me! I didn't want to do anything to wake you up!"
She turned red as she walked out, "I'm going to take a shower now."
Once he heard the door slam he ran his hands down his face. It was going to be challenge living around her, but he wasn't going to hate. Then he though living in a hell like this you needed someone standing next to you just so you won't lose your mind. In the wasteland they live in, you survive each day, but at some point something happens changing all of that. He wasn't sure what was going to happen, but when it happens he will deal with it then.