The thing kept coming toward me. I had heard Wesker tell me it's name but in that instant I forgot---I forgot almost everything except the fact that that thing was coming near me.
Of course my gun jammed. Of course I couldn't scream. Of course Chris had been knocked halfway across the helipad. And that thing picked me up with it's cold damp hand, holding me by the neck. And it hurt, it really hurt.
I saw it raise it's claws; they were so large, they scared the hell out of me. Was it stupid to think that my S.T.A.R.S. vest would protect me? It probably was, but I was really scared, and I knew...
It shoved it's talons through me. For a second it didn't hurt at all, but I could feel myself stiffening and doubling over, then sliding forward. I felt it when I stopped sliding---I gasped, and it hurt just to make that sound, but I felt, I really felt, like I NEEDED to make noise. While I still could.
Yeah, I know that makes no sense. But...you know. So I kept gurgling, and it only made it hurt more, and I knew I was going to die now. I knew that I'd lost to Wesker. And I felt it spreading; the blood.
It was warm, but that's normal. I learned all that In medical school. I learned a lot in medical school. But no matter how much I had learned, none of it helped me then. So I knew exactly what had been pierced, how long I had left. Great. Way to figure how fast you'll bleed out.
And then there was a jerk, and there was a ripping sound; the thing was loosening me, cutting more of my body up just to throw me to the ground.
And when he threw me, everything seemed to go quiet. And slow. I felt like I was falling in slow motion. When I hit the asphalt, my arms banged lightly and I guess I kind of felt the impact in a weird sort of way.
My head fell to the side. Was Chris screaming? Why? It didn't actually hurt that much...nothing was making sense just then. But I thought I heard someone talking. I thought I heard Richard talking me, and he asked me if it hurt much.
I tried to say "no," and my lips moved a little but I doubt any sound came out. And Chris kept firing and firing at that thing, at the thing that had killed me, even though I wasn't really dead yet.
Then everything started to fade. Chris' outline and the reality of the helipad beneath me was fading. And suddenly I really truly realized.
No! I didn't want to die yet. But I was so helpless. Everything was getting darker, and there was noway to make it light again. I wouldn't see everyone I cared about for a long, long time now...I wouldn't see how this fight ended. I wouldn't even turn 19.
And then I was looking up at the sky, like someone had turned my head that way, and I thought for a second...what a beautiful sunrise. And I knew that, out there somewhere, there were a thousand kids getting ready to do nothing all day and I remembered how fun that felt, waking up on a summer morning and feeling free, and how distant it seemed from this situation.
The majority of the people on earth didn't know this was happening, that I existed, thjat I was even dying. But a lot of them knew that it was a new morning. And we all knew that.
I don't think my eyes closed. But it all got very black.
Of course my gun jammed. Of course I couldn't scream. Of course Chris had been knocked halfway across the helipad. And that thing picked me up with it's cold damp hand, holding me by the neck. And it hurt, it really hurt.
I saw it raise it's claws; they were so large, they scared the hell out of me. Was it stupid to think that my S.T.A.R.S. vest would protect me? It probably was, but I was really scared, and I knew...
It shoved it's talons through me. For a second it didn't hurt at all, but I could feel myself stiffening and doubling over, then sliding forward. I felt it when I stopped sliding---I gasped, and it hurt just to make that sound, but I felt, I really felt, like I NEEDED to make noise. While I still could.
Yeah, I know that makes no sense. But...you know. So I kept gurgling, and it only made it hurt more, and I knew I was going to die now. I knew that I'd lost to Wesker. And I felt it spreading; the blood.
It was warm, but that's normal. I learned all that In medical school. I learned a lot in medical school. But no matter how much I had learned, none of it helped me then. So I knew exactly what had been pierced, how long I had left. Great. Way to figure how fast you'll bleed out.
And then there was a jerk, and there was a ripping sound; the thing was loosening me, cutting more of my body up just to throw me to the ground.
And when he threw me, everything seemed to go quiet. And slow. I felt like I was falling in slow motion. When I hit the asphalt, my arms banged lightly and I guess I kind of felt the impact in a weird sort of way.
My head fell to the side. Was Chris screaming? Why? It didn't actually hurt that much...nothing was making sense just then. But I thought I heard someone talking. I thought I heard Richard talking me, and he asked me if it hurt much.
I tried to say "no," and my lips moved a little but I doubt any sound came out. And Chris kept firing and firing at that thing, at the thing that had killed me, even though I wasn't really dead yet.
Then everything started to fade. Chris' outline and the reality of the helipad beneath me was fading. And suddenly I really truly realized.
No! I didn't want to die yet. But I was so helpless. Everything was getting darker, and there was noway to make it light again. I wouldn't see everyone I cared about for a long, long time now...I wouldn't see how this fight ended. I wouldn't even turn 19.
And then I was looking up at the sky, like someone had turned my head that way, and I thought for a second...what a beautiful sunrise. And I knew that, out there somewhere, there were a thousand kids getting ready to do nothing all day and I remembered how fun that felt, waking up on a summer morning and feeling free, and how distant it seemed from this situation.
The majority of the people on earth didn't know this was happening, that I existed, thjat I was even dying. But a lot of them knew that it was a new morning. And we all knew that.
I don't think my eyes closed. But it all got very black.