Author's Notes: Sorry 'bout the delay. I finally beat Code Veronica! ^_^V Anyway, this chapter has Claire in it, for all you Claire fans. I'd like to hear your opinions and thoughts on what this story needs. Action scenes are pretty hard to write in first person...Anywho, an important plot point will be coming up in the next chapters, so stay tuned!
Machine guns were great. Really great. Sure, it secured into the ground, but beggars can't be choosers...
I sighed. I was pathetic. My great "discovery" was a machine gun that I couldn't take with me. I had walked to the top of the stairs to find a weapon, and this is all I had found. Well, that and the airport keys I was trying to find. I was definitely happy about that. I decided to have a bit of fun and spotted some zombies roaming around below me.
"Say goodbye, zombies," I said cheerfully. I shot them down easily. They let out one last moan before falling to the ground. I felt a little better after that, and a little guilty that I had been so cheerful about it.
Well, they had once been alive...
I saw something out of the corner of my eye. I frowned. I thought I had gotten rid of all the zombies. I fired at whatever it was below me. To my surprise, it quickly darted across the yard.
Can zombies run like that?!
I hadn't really been afraid before, but I was now. I didn't get a good look at whatever monster was wandering around, but if it could move like that, then I was in for some trouble. I stopped firing, hoping I had scared it off. I heard a gunshot break the light that was lighting the yard for me. I quickly dropped to the ground to avoid being shot. I didn't want to die after being so close to escaping. The gunshots stopped, and I scrambled to my feet.
"W-wait! Don't shoot!" I yelled.
"Who are you?" a female voiced asked. I finally got a clear look at what I had been shooting at. A young girl dressed in a red shirt and jeans was hiding a wrecked truck.
"Hey, you're not a zombie," I blurted out, and felt embarrassed afterwards. Of course she wasn't a zombie. Before she could say anything I quickly added, "that's great! Wait there, I'll be right over!" I couldn't believe there were more survivors, and she didn't look like she was from Umbrella. She was probably one of the newer prisoners. I leaped down and landed on my feet, I was too excited about finding a survivor to bother with the stairs. She crawled out from behind the truck as I approached her.
"Uh, sorry about that little misunderstanding. I thought you were one of those mon-" She immediately interrupted me by shoving a handgun into my face.
"Shut up! Make one wrong move and I'll shoot!" she threatened. I frowned, probably the only survivor left on the island was threatening to shoot me? I guess I could understand her being angry, but I didn't know there were anymore survivors left.
So much for first impressions...
"Relax beautiful, I said I was sorry," I said to her, "my name's Steve. I was a prisoner on this island," I studied her for a moment, "and I'm guessing you're not from Umbrella either..."
"No. I'm Claire. Claire Redfield," she said. I felt relieved. Even though it made me wonder what she had done to end up here, I was glad she wasn't from Umbrella.
"Claire...nice...I'll remember that," I said. Even though I wanted to stay and find out more about this Claire Redfield, I realized I needed to get to that airport, and she was keeping me from getting there. I decided to fill her in about the airport before I left, it wouldn't be fair if she ran around without any idea of how to get out of here.
"Hey! I heard there's an airport around here. Once I find it, I'll finally be able to escape from this crazy island," I told her, "Well, see ya!" I ran towards the prison gates, silently wishing Claire luck.
"Hey wait!" she called, I heard her footsteps behind me. Did she think that was some sort of invitation for her to follow me around? She'd only get me in trouble...
I turned to her and shook my finger at her.
"I don't want you following me! You'd only slow me down," I said. I didn't bother waiting for an answer. I took off away from her. I didn't want her following me, I didn't even know if I could trust her.
Once I entered in the prison area. I heard the shuffling of feet and a low groan. I sighed to myself. I really, really wanted a weapon for this. A zombie in a prisoner's garb was shuffling around, paying no attention to me. However, I needed to get through him.
I ran towards it and slammed my foot into it's stomach. The rotting, walking corpse fell against the wall. Of course it didn't stay down, it slowly climbed back onto its feet and lunged toward me. I spun around and kicked it in the head. It fell onto the ground, and began crawling towards me. It's decaying hand clamped onto my boot and it began to pull itself forward for a bite. I slammed my foot into its head before it could bite me. I heard the sickening crack of its skull being smashed open. I felt sick, and I had force myself not to look down. I heard a couple howls that didn't sound too far away. I ran as fast as I could, hoping that I'd be able to find a weapon fast. This whole hand-to-hand combat wasn't really my style...
Machine guns were great. Really great. Sure, it secured into the ground, but beggars can't be choosers...
I sighed. I was pathetic. My great "discovery" was a machine gun that I couldn't take with me. I had walked to the top of the stairs to find a weapon, and this is all I had found. Well, that and the airport keys I was trying to find. I was definitely happy about that. I decided to have a bit of fun and spotted some zombies roaming around below me.
"Say goodbye, zombies," I said cheerfully. I shot them down easily. They let out one last moan before falling to the ground. I felt a little better after that, and a little guilty that I had been so cheerful about it.
Well, they had once been alive...
I saw something out of the corner of my eye. I frowned. I thought I had gotten rid of all the zombies. I fired at whatever it was below me. To my surprise, it quickly darted across the yard.
Can zombies run like that?!
I hadn't really been afraid before, but I was now. I didn't get a good look at whatever monster was wandering around, but if it could move like that, then I was in for some trouble. I stopped firing, hoping I had scared it off. I heard a gunshot break the light that was lighting the yard for me. I quickly dropped to the ground to avoid being shot. I didn't want to die after being so close to escaping. The gunshots stopped, and I scrambled to my feet.
"W-wait! Don't shoot!" I yelled.
"Who are you?" a female voiced asked. I finally got a clear look at what I had been shooting at. A young girl dressed in a red shirt and jeans was hiding a wrecked truck.
"Hey, you're not a zombie," I blurted out, and felt embarrassed afterwards. Of course she wasn't a zombie. Before she could say anything I quickly added, "that's great! Wait there, I'll be right over!" I couldn't believe there were more survivors, and she didn't look like she was from Umbrella. She was probably one of the newer prisoners. I leaped down and landed on my feet, I was too excited about finding a survivor to bother with the stairs. She crawled out from behind the truck as I approached her.
"Uh, sorry about that little misunderstanding. I thought you were one of those mon-" She immediately interrupted me by shoving a handgun into my face.
"Shut up! Make one wrong move and I'll shoot!" she threatened. I frowned, probably the only survivor left on the island was threatening to shoot me? I guess I could understand her being angry, but I didn't know there were anymore survivors left.
So much for first impressions...
"Relax beautiful, I said I was sorry," I said to her, "my name's Steve. I was a prisoner on this island," I studied her for a moment, "and I'm guessing you're not from Umbrella either..."
"No. I'm Claire. Claire Redfield," she said. I felt relieved. Even though it made me wonder what she had done to end up here, I was glad she wasn't from Umbrella.
"Claire...nice...I'll remember that," I said. Even though I wanted to stay and find out more about this Claire Redfield, I realized I needed to get to that airport, and she was keeping me from getting there. I decided to fill her in about the airport before I left, it wouldn't be fair if she ran around without any idea of how to get out of here.
"Hey! I heard there's an airport around here. Once I find it, I'll finally be able to escape from this crazy island," I told her, "Well, see ya!" I ran towards the prison gates, silently wishing Claire luck.
"Hey wait!" she called, I heard her footsteps behind me. Did she think that was some sort of invitation for her to follow me around? She'd only get me in trouble...
I turned to her and shook my finger at her.
"I don't want you following me! You'd only slow me down," I said. I didn't bother waiting for an answer. I took off away from her. I didn't want her following me, I didn't even know if I could trust her.
Once I entered in the prison area. I heard the shuffling of feet and a low groan. I sighed to myself. I really, really wanted a weapon for this. A zombie in a prisoner's garb was shuffling around, paying no attention to me. However, I needed to get through him.
I ran towards it and slammed my foot into it's stomach. The rotting, walking corpse fell against the wall. Of course it didn't stay down, it slowly climbed back onto its feet and lunged toward me. I spun around and kicked it in the head. It fell onto the ground, and began crawling towards me. It's decaying hand clamped onto my boot and it began to pull itself forward for a bite. I slammed my foot into its head before it could bite me. I heard the sickening crack of its skull being smashed open. I felt sick, and I had force myself not to look down. I heard a couple howls that didn't sound too far away. I ran as fast as I could, hoping that I'd be able to find a weapon fast. This whole hand-to-hand combat wasn't really my style...