Resident Evil: Afterlife

Chapter 2: The Shape Of Things To Come

K-Mart slowly opened her eyes. They fluttered as she attempted to identify where she was, or even what was going on. Colours swirled. Red, orange, black, white, all mixed together, not making any clear picture. She could feel, hear or smell nothing.

The mindless colours finally began to mix and form a picture. At first all she could see was shapes. Those shapes cleared and, though blurry, she could make out a large dark block of metal above her. The roof of the helicopter.

That's when the pain struck. A sharp, white-hot pain that covered her entire body. She wanted to scream but couldn't. She felt so exhausted that she wasn't even able to move. She couldn't even remember what had happened.

Something flickered in the corner of her eye. Using all her strength, she moved her head in that direction to see flames. An extensive fire, burning through both snow and metal. The light lit her face in such a way that it

In that moment, her memory returned. The convoy, Claire, Alice, the super-zombies, getting on the helicopter to Alaska, the crash… The helicopter had crashed. It was why she was in so much pain. Why a fire raged close to her. Why they were not safe at their destination.

Something inside her switched on. She regained feeling of her body, but with it came increased agony. She scrunched her hand, almost digging her fingernails into her skin. She let out a short cry of pain. She felt like she would die right there. She then noticed that she was still inside the helicopter. From what she could see, it was in flames, the roof missing, the right wall ripped right off.

Knowing she had to get out of there she attempted to move but she let out a loud and painful scream. Looking at her right arm, it was out of shape, broken. She was also covered in blood.

Using her right hand, she grabbed the seat and pulled herself up, agonizingly. As she rose, she noticed something else on the seat. It was a man, one that had been traveling with them. A helicopter blade was sticking through his chest. Dried,thick blood covered both the propeller and him. His eyes were wide open still, and this made K-Mart almost vomit. She moved towards the now destroyed door and tripped.

Stumbling out, she landed on the ash-turned ground. She coughed as the smell of smoke engulfed her. She could taste the ash that had polluted the air. The fires roared all around her. In front of her, she saw a sight that chilled her right to the bones. It was one of the children. Dead.

She twisted around to the side and this time did vomit. Finishing, she fell to the ground. The night sky was quite beautiful. The stars sparkled. The moon glowed upon her. It was silent. It was peaceful. She wished she could just lie there and admire the cosmos, and pretend that all that was happening around her wasn't real. But she couldn't stay. She had to get out of there.

Rising, she took one last glance around her but only the dead and flames were there to greet her. Limping ahead of the head of the ruined helicopter, K-Mart saw a woman. She was dead still. Chestnut hair covered her face but K-Mart knew who it was: Claire.

K-Mart rushed forward, stumbling over next to Claire. She was bruised and burnt from head to toe. Her face had over a dozen scars littering it. Dried blood covered her body, fresh blood seeped from wounds. Her clothes were torn, ripped and burnt away. A few specks of glass were stuck in her body. Her eyes were closed.

"Claire! Oh my god, Claire! Wake up! Please!" K-Mart pleaded. She carefully picked up Claire's head and rested it in her lap. "Hey, please wake up. Please." She leaned down and felt around her neck for a pulse. K-Mart felt one, but it was faint.

Worried more than ever, K-Mart cradled Claire hoping that, somehow, they would get out of this.

Second chapter done. Review, hate, love, whatever you like.

I have been asked whether or not I'll be adding in a romance. I do have plans for one or two, but they will not be between two canon characters.

Thanks for reading.