A/N: Update time, and let me just take this time to show my appreciation to the people who took their time to post a review for this fic, look, I know that not a whole lot of people read Resident Evil fics and in result barely few people review a fic about one. So, much obliged good readers. Onward with the update!
Chapter 4
John's Guide on Using Firearms
"Are you doing okay?" John asked, walking into Alicia's newly settled room to provide some company for the young lady. "So how do you like the room?" He then looked around to see that everything was as simple as it could get, a simple mattress for her to sleep in, some personal belongings which she must've kept to herself, and many among others. For an old abandon warehouse, it was a good start.
"Hi John, yeah the room is great." Alicia Ashton replied, quietly taking a seat on the edge of the mattress that was flat-bed across the floor. She dusted her jeans lightly before hugging her legs close to her body, a gesture which made John think that something's wrong.
"Problem?" The brown-haired young man asked in concern, sitting down next to her.
"Oh! I-It's nothing really!" she replied, trying to make herself sound like everything's fine in order to stop young Hawkins from worrying. But she couldn't hold it in as tears then started falling from her deep brown eyes.
She didn't completely break down as she simply wiped some of them clean off her cheeks. "I'm sorry…" she explained, though the deep sense of sadness was still in her voice. "…I'm just…scared, I guess. With what's been happening lately…it's just too much to sit through."
"Don't worry, we'll make it out of here." John said, putting a hand on her shoulder to ease some of the emotions. "I promise."
But deep down, I'm afraid too…if only those words I said just now were set in stone.
"I think I should leave you alone now." The 21 year-old survivor stood up from his seat and started making his way out of the humble room. He suddenly felt Alicia grabbing his hand to stop him from moving any further.
"Wait, John, please stay…j-just for awhile longer." She said shyly. John looked back at her and reckoned that she didn't want to be alone at the moment. After reconsidering, John resumed his seat and brought out his backpack instead.
"Ok I'll stay, but here, take this." He then took out and offered a simple handgun to her, identical to the one she's seen him use before. "You know, in case of emergencies." He explained.
"A gun? But John, I don't know how to use one of these." Alicia protested, declining his offer. "What if I accidentally hurt someone I don't want to?"
"Relax, it's easy, let me show you." John interrupted; he then took a nearby empty wine bottle and placed it on a table in a fair distance in the room.
"First off, you hold the gun tightly in your hands." He said, handing her the firearm and helping her up to her feet. She then followed his instructions as she griped the handle. "Next, you plant your feet steady to the ground."
After doing so, John moved behind her so he can walk her through aiming properly. "You're doing well so far. Ok, now keep your arms straight when you're aiming." He explained, supporting her hands which made Alicia blush uncomfortably. "Now, look straight at your target…" he whispered to her ear from behind. "Then pull the trigger." The bottle was then blown into pieces as it was shot straight off the table.
"I did it!" Alicia cheered, feeling proud of herself of such an accomplishment. She turned around then gave John a hug in appreciation for his help. John was caught off guard a bit when she suddenly wrapped her arms around him to form a hug, it wasn't long until shades of red started to form on his face.
"Ahem."
The two then looked to see that Chuck was at the doorway, with a sly grin on his face. "Alicia, I guess I'll see you later." John said, seeing that his friend likely has something to say to him. He broke from the hug and bade his farewell.
"Oh, ok, thanks for teaching me how to use this." Alicia said putting the firearm away as well while the guys exited the room.
"Getting a bit too chummy with Ally, huh?" Chuck joked, giving a playful punch on John's shoulder.
"Hey, I was just teaching her how to use a weapon." The brown-haired survivor defended. "You never know what's going to happen next, so it's better if we're prepared."
"You never really told me how you learned to fire a gun." Chuck mentioned, straightening his black leather jacket which he found not so long ago.
"My old man was in the force, he showed me a thing or two, never really thought it'd come in handy someday."
The partners then reached the main room of the abandon warehouse, the place where they set things out like before. "So what do we do now?" Chuck asked, seating himself down in front of the table where they had the warehouse map lay out.
"Your turn to look for survivors," John said with a smile of satisfaction in his face.
"Do I have to?" the red-head complained.
"Hey, I risked my neck out there to help Ally, now it's your turn to help out some people." The brown-haired young man explained as he was running a check through his inventory.
"Oh I see what you're trying to do." Chuck suddenly said hysterically, which in turn left a confused expression on his comrade's face.
"You're just trying to get rid of me so you'll have some alone time with Alicia." He pointed out with a devious grin.
"What?! You're just being paranoid, Chuck." John replied. He was trying to prove his friend wrong but it didn't help as the red-head had the thought in too deep.
"Eh, whatever, I'm going anyways…" Chuck said, getting his equipment and heading out of the venue. "Try to go easy on her now." He joked as he exited.
"I told you nothing is going on between us!" John commented in annoyance.
To Be Continued…
A/N: Shedding some light on our characters here a bit. Still deciding on how the survivors are going to interact with each other and whether or not another addition to the group will be made. Anyways, please review and see you on my next update.
Peace out.
