TITLE: I Survived: Prologue
SUMMARY: Prologue for I Survived. A few chapters long, possibly, maybe just one.
RATING:T
AUTHORESS'S NOTE: This is a continuation of Ellie's story. It's going to be very important later in 'I Survived', so please read this with rapt attention, otherwise something in the fic this is for might confuse you. Here we go!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own RE!
Her light green eyes darted through the daylight, as she hugged a sniper rifle she'd stolen from a corpse on the rooftop of where her girlfriend, Jessica, used to work.
...Jessica. She'd had to kill her, and she couldn't forget it. Yet it was not anger at herself, grief, or loss that made her think. It's the lightness of those emotions. She once swore to herself that if she harmed Jessica physically, ever, that she would inflict the same harm on herself only a thousand times worse. But, she sensed something had gone terribly wrong, and that when she had killed Jessica, the woman she used to love was as good as gone long before she pulled the trigger.
She'd woken up that morning on edge, too. She seemed to have a extra sense now that she was in the middle of a nightmare, a nightmare that she wished wasn't real but it was. she looked to the blood-spattered streets below and shuddered as she watched another police officer fail at killing the hordes upon hordes of monsters. She wanted to scream, 'Aim for the head! Aim for the head!' but she knew it would be drowned out by the blood pounding in the R.P.D's ears, and they would still scream in agony as they were swarmed by zombies, thier flesh being consumed by said unmentionables.
She gave a sigh, and she was suddenly very glad she had taken to the rooftops and fire escapes. Less creatures up here to kill her. Ellie then looked down at her hands. she could see them less clearly now. It had started to get a bit darker, but she gave a stifled laugh when the streetlights flipped on. They still worked? Hah, who knew? She had been scared she would die in total darkness, hugging that sniper rifle and shooting into empty air while those things got closer and closer to her on the fire escape. She wasn't afraid of imagining her own death now; it made her a hell of a lot more cautious, that's for sure.
She then looked to the streets below again, seeing the defiled body of the former R.P.D get up and join the masses of undead horrors. That was the fifth time she'd witnessed it, and it started to terrify her less and less and started to anger her more and more as she wondered how this had happened. No, more like how the hell the dead were up and walking again. But she shook those thoughts from her mind; she was exhausted. Exhausted and afraid of what would happen if she fell asleep.
She kept telling herself to stay awake.
"Don't sleep." her whisper came. in her mind it was a mantra.
'Don't sleep don't sleep don't sleep don't sleep stay awake stay awake, gotta survive this...'
She yawned. her eyeslids started to droop.
'Stay...Awake...'
she slumped over, blacking out from the stress she had undergone in the past several hours of this survival horror nightmare.
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Her eyes fluttered open as the stars twinkled down at her in the twilight. "It's... Morning?" she wondered then heard a shudderinggroan come from above her. She slowly looked up, then screamed, hands grasping for a gun, any gun, where the hell were her guns!?
A zombie was above her- 'oh god oh god oh god how the fuck do I fire a gun it's a fucking zombie oh god OH GOD!'- All of a sudden it was getting larger and larger, it's jaws headed for her throat--
BANG.
She flinched as her face was covered with the previously coagulated blood that was inside the zombie's head. She felt a piece of pink matter slip off her face onto her overshirt and she couldn't help it. As she pushed the permanently dead zombie off her onto the streets below she vomited right after it, and she curled into a little ball.
'How long is this going to keep happening?! I'm going insane here and I can't find anyone else- I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead I am SO SCREWED it's not even funny!- I can't take it anymore no more blood no more bullets NO MORE ZOMBIES!' She screamed to herself in her mind but she closed her eyes and leaned back on the railing of the fire escape. She took a tiny swig of water to clear her mouth of the taste, when she caught a glimmer of black in her other hand- she was ambextrious, thank goodness- and her face turned bewildered.
She looked at her hand. "...I shot that thing?" In her hand was the nine millimeter shotgun she'd had, and it now had five shots left in the clip. Her sniper rifle was resting next to her and she was calmed by touching the knives she had managed to put into Jeffery's old knife case that was attached to her hips via the case's straps. She was suddenly consumed with calmness. She could actually do something right. She could survive this horror, even if it was only her doing it- even though it was logical that there were other survivors too- and she felt reassured and not as daunted by the task set before her.
She stretched her sore limbs as she stood on the fire escape then saw the crowd of zombies salivating below her. Time to get on the move, she told herself silently, then clambered up to the roof and then found a good solid plank on the roof to lay across to the other building. She hefted it over there, then sprinted across, then knocked the board down, knocking about three zombies down. There were a few other boards on the roof, so she needent worry about if other survivors would be able to make it across.
She knew this city's rooftops well, because she had been a office assistant to the governor, and even Chief Ironside. The man had been giving her trouble lately, though, so she had called it quits, even though that meant less income. She'd handled maps and blueprints of the city until they were imprinted on her brain, she knew all the bigger buildings and even the emergency route on the rooftops. It's a good thing, too, otherwise she would have alot less ammo and an even fainter chance of surviving this.
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"Hello?" she called into the building. She sighed as she recieved no reply. Nothing, just as the several apartment buildings had been before this. Her ears registered moans in this building, and then she left without a word more. Whoever was in there was probably either dead or dying, and she wasn't going to put herself into a suicidal situation just to try and find survivors she didn't know were there.
She headed back to the rooftops via the fire escapes. She knew that with each passing minute, there were more of those things to get at her, and her chances of getting away from Raccoon City were less and less. She then winced as she heard a puppy's 'Yike! Yike! Yike!' as it was torn to bits below by two dobermen. They were obviously undead, too, because their ribs were visible and one of them had half it's haunch missing, along with it's tail being stripped of both fur and flesh. Ugh...Disgusting.
She shuddered. That means all the people and animals in Raccoon City were effected. Nobody who got bitten could escape that fate, unfortunately, and she knew then that if one even bit the end of her pinky, she was done for. She then raised her eyes to the sky, squinting. It was about nine in the morning, and her eyes strained as they looked up at the sun to try to gauge the time, her arm wiping away sweat that was in a sheen all over her body from the terror and stress she was under.
"Why did I survive?" she asked nobody, looking up into the bright blue sky... Bright blue...Jessica's eyes had been a brighter and deeper blue when she had been alive. She then shook her head a bit. "Forget the past...It'll only weaken me." she murmured, and then heard gunshots down below.
A female R.P.D with wild eyes and a filthy uniform was standing against a crowd of zombies. She turned her eyes to Ellie frightfully. "THEY'RE ON THE ROOFTOPS!" she screamed, before breaking down into insane giggles as the zombies descended upon her crazed form.
Ellie shuddered as she turned her head away from the woman being ripped to shreds... That was even more disturbing than seeing a child be eaten by those things- she had, too, when she had passed by the daycare. That woman head been insane, unable to tell survivors from the monsters. It's a fate she wasn't sure she'd be able to escape if she had to stay in this doomed town for too long... She might be that woman to another survivor.
She shook her head again. Time to get on the move.
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She winced at the pitiful screams coming from inside a blood-spattered window, the shadow of a zombie ripping flesh off a woman's neck was created from the light of the TV, that was stuck on static. Another creature she couldn't quite identify then ripped off the zombie's head and forced the woman's figure to the floor, and the sounds of wet ripping flesh eminated from the window, which spattered with even more blood.
She then hopped over to another fire escape. She didn't want to be near that window when that woman turned into a creature, or when those other two monsters decided to leave that room.
She then leaned back on the fire escape's fencing, but then winced at a roar. Speaking of the creature... A large skinless mass crashed through the window pane, a long tongue dropping bloody siliva everywhere. It's exposed brain was an easy shot, she admitted, especially with the shotgun she'd found in one of the apartment rooms she'd peeked into to search for survivors. Two shots and it was down, and she kicked it off the side of the railing. No use obstructing other's paths up here.
She then loaded her shotgun again. No use having a shotgun- that was very effective, she admitted- and leaving it unloaded. In fact, it was downright stupid to do in a situation like this... She shook her head, and then peered down at the street, her eyes sorrowing at a bloody doll left in a puddle of dirty water.
She'd known the little girl that doll had belonged to, but the bloodspatters and the chunk of pink flowery fabric clearly displayed the girl had not survived. Ellie had been hoping that she had, but apparently her hopes had just been dashed. She sighed. Oh well. There were plenty of others that could have survived- although it was doubtful if thier numbers even exceeded ten, those zombies were very stupid and the other creature she'd just dealt with- Which she now called a Licker, due to his long tongue- was only a smidge smarter. And that paled in comparison to those who were livings' intellect.
She then shook her head again. She seemed to be doing that lately- and then kept moving. That was the key to survival. Her stomach grumbled and she ate a rather bruised apple she'd stashed in her pants pocket. With her stomach quieted, she kept moving without a word through the city's network of rooftops and fire escapes, avoiding many of the zombies salivating underneath her.
She passed the building she used to work at- The blueprints and plans department, and shuddered at what had happened to the place. It was filthy, walls bloodspattered, and a car had crashed into the front, causing the roof to bow inward. It was absolutely destroyed, and she thanked whatever dieties there- obviously were not- that she hadn't been at work when all this happened.
K.L.K- Okay... One question... What the hell were they thinking when they made Resident Evil: Outbreak...?
Ellie- You tried playing it, didn't you.
K.L.K- Yes, and me and Dad miserably failed.
Ellie- I...Uh... I see...
K.L.K- Anyway, For the reason this is late, I had this done August ninth but FF. net is malfunctioning again. (frowns) Dammit, TAKE THE DOCUMENT SO I CAN EDIT IT AND POST IT!
Jill- (jumps back) My god, would you calm down!?
K.L.K- (rubs back of head) Eheheh, I guess I'm a bit emotionally unstable at nine in the morning with no sleep. (nervous laugh)
Claire- Damn straight.
Leon-...Ada, Wait! (She's leaving to get away from this annoying catchphrase)
K.L.K- (twitch, twitch, TWITCHY twitch) Faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalcooooooooooon....PAWWWWWWWWWWWWWNCH!
Leon- (goes flying into a glass tube and cracks it, three Hunters and five Lickers pour out)
K.L.K-...(under breath) Oh, yeah, thanks CRAPTAIN Falcon. (Normally) Um...Everyone grab your guns! (grabs her own Magnum and Angel 6.0 and starts shooting into the herd of genetically mutated creatures) Please...Grah! (avoids Lickers' tongue) Review! And a little help here please!? (shoots a Licker point-blank as it tries to get her feet) Ha! I gotcha you little sucker!