Sorry Not Sorry-Chapter 1
Author Notes: Ok Sen...you wanted a resident evil story, you're going to get one. But If i'm going to be writing this, YOU are going to watch the resi timeline series on Raccoon City.
Sen: Hey Mako? Can you send me the link...again?
Mako: *Facepalm* Baka! Sigh...This is around 1998(i think that's when game 2 took place)I don't own Resident Evil Folks.
- Doc Manager3rd P.O.V
There was no way anyone could've seen it coming. "No...no no please someone help!" The scent of smoke and blood filtered the air as all hell broke loose. "Ahhh what are these things!?" Screams, explosions, gunfire, that was all that could be heard.
Two survivors fled in the hopes of making it out alive, grabbing whatever they could get their hands on to fight back against the undead. Everyone fled for their lives, finding few places to run to or hide. "Why did things happen like they did? What did we do to deserve this?"
One week prior...
"We're finally here~ Raccoon City, home of Umbrella. Weird name huh Mako?" A huff escapes his red haired companion as she eases up on the gas. She drove quite a bit for them to finally arrive at their latest tourist spot. "Yeah but it could be worse. I'm so excited though-it's been ages since we've traveled for vacation. "
They had their plans. Two friends, one car, and a plan in motion. They would be there for a week, already their hotel lodgings were made and paid for. They had their suitcases, cameras and cash alongside a map and handy dandy brochure.
While messing around with the radio, Mako glances at the clock, glad she had left early when there was little traffic. "We're still a bit early to check in-let's do some sight seeing~ Grab the map Sen." With a grunt he opens the flimsy paper, narrowing his eyes as he directs her.
His hand ruffles his recently dyed white hair, exhaling as the sun beats down on them. The pair of friends were eager to enjoy their little adventure and bring home some stories and souvenirs. Unaware of just how crazy the week would truly become.
"Hmm looks like there's a zoo and several little family owned diners. Gas stations...ohh looks like there's a few gun shops to check out. And even a movie theater~" Mako rolled her eyes.
"Let's take this one step at a time-we have a whole week afterall. Start with the nearest gas station. We'll head there, get some gas, some snacks and explore a little. I heard they were making certain parts of the police station accessible for the public either today or tomorrow since it used to be a museum."
It was one of the reasons why they chose Raccoon City. Being the history nut she was, Mako was excited to check out all the historical landmarks and artifacts that had been preserved. Sen shrugged, not really minding the idea.
He was more into science than history(all those dates and events were a pain to remember) but he had to admit there would probably be some cool stuff there. With a swift twist he opens up a water bottle, taking a sip before pointing towards a sign.
"Map says we take a left here." With a hum she does as told, but as they drove further and further...they could tell something didn't seem right. People were scarce, very few walking about in the supposedly populated city.
It was odd. "Don't have the right away Asshole!" And what people who were out and about apparently had no cares in the world as they drove through(and walk through) red lights, and stop signs. Nearly giving the pair a heart attack...multiple times.
"And I thought there were psycho drivers back home geez! Please tell me we're almost there Sen." Sure this was a different part of the country-but there were still basic rules of the road! Mako felt like she was back in her high school days when she was first learning how to drive.
Her foot at this point is cemented onto the brake pedal with her anxiety spiking. "What is wrong with these people!? Ugh." It was a major relief when they finally arrived at their destination.
Both sighed, grateful to have survived. Their nerves were fried. "No offense Mako...but I think we forgo on the sightseeing. I'm exhausted-and I wasn't even the one driving!" She exhaled, feeling rather put out.
"Yeah. I swear, next time we go on vacation-we're taking your truck so you can drive." He snorts, patting her on the shoulder in mock pity. "There there." Before she could smack him, the two jumped, startled.
There, across the street a man in a wrinkled navy blue suit slammed open the door to an autoshop. Stumbling about before falling a moment later onto the ground, groaning in misery. Sen gave his friend a look. "What the fuck?"
Today was weird, and was only getting weirder by the minute. "It's not even noon and this guy looks like he's piss-ass drunk." Immediately he gets a swat on the shoulder. "Shh! Don't be rude."
Sighing Sen shuts his mouth, but he wasn't apologetic about his statement. In fact there were a lot of things he wanted to say, but considering his friend and driver was in a tired(slightly pissy but who could blame her) mood, he closes his mouth with an audible click.
"Ok. Ok. I yield woman-jeez! Just get some chips or whatever, I'll use my card and get some gas. Twenty should be good right?" With a small hum the red head nods her head, disappearing into the gas stations little store building.
Leaving Sen watching the passed out individual. He bit his cheek in thought as he stared at the gentleman's unconscious state. Should he do something and try to help him?
Would it be better(and easier) just pretending he doesn't exit? Sen wasn't the nicest of people, but the guy looked miserable. There was even blood gushing out from his nose after smacking into the concrete.
"Dude you're going to overflow my tank." Yelping Sen releases the pump-stopping the flow at twenty-nine dollars and forty one cents. "You finished fast." His friend could only snort at she opened the door, stuffing the heavy bags into the backseat.
She wasn't even in there for ten minutes. "No line, but I figured I'd try calling the cops while getting things. But I just got the busy signal." A sigh escapes her in frustration. The police should've picked up.
"Fortunately the owner inside knows the guy, said that it was common of him to be sloshed, and would take care of him." Well it was a slight relief. Though Sen didn't like the fact that the guy passed out apparently makes this a common thing.
Seriously, how does the guy not have liver damage? "Beats me. But let's not worry about it now. Come on." Oh Sen said that out loud. He shrugged before riding shot gun. "High ho-high ho-off to the hotel we go~"
The two share a chuckle as they drive off. Unaware of the tragedy that would ensue the customers and owner. "I'm ready for a nap." Sen snorts, not at all surprised with her comment. "Same. It's been a crazy day. Ugh-and we still have to unpack!" The hotel wasn't five-star elegance, but it was nice.
It was air conditioned and had lovely art predating to the beginning of Raccoon City. "Your room is on the third floor. The elevator is unfortunately broken for now. Sorry." Both groaned but accepted the news without complaint, at least until they reached floor two.
They changed their mind on it being a decent place. Sen was sweating as he readjusts his luggage. "Remind me to write a crappy review when vacations over. This is bullshit." Mako snorts as she makes her way up another few steps.
"You can worry about that later. Hurry up before I leave you behind!" She marches upward and onwards-leaving her male companion behind. "No! Wait-Don't." Last time she left him behind, she locked him out of their room.
Sleeping on the floor is not fun for anybody! Let alone at a hotel where people snicker or give you weird looks while trying to snuggle into the carpet for warmth. "Makooo!" He tried to keep up. He truly did.
However his legs were burning, the luggage in his hands were embedding sharply into his skin. It sucked. A lot. "Almost...there." By the time Sen reached the top of the stairs and found the room, Mako had already finished unpacking her things while taking claim of one of the beds.
"Finally!" He collapsed at the door's entrance, panting as the cold tiled smacked into his flesh upon impact. "Don't mind me Mako...i'll live." Mako could only shake her head in pity.
How he was going to survive a week of going up and down the stairs she had no clue. "Come on Sen-get up." She sighed watching him struggle to his feet. Grabbing the tv remote she flicks it on, hoping to find something good to watch.
So she flipped a channel-then another, and then another. "Seriously? Nothing good." This was not their day. "Wanna play cards or something? You brought your deck right?" She did indeed. "Anythings better then these shows. What even are these?"
To be continued
Author Notes: So a nice lovely start to the chapter...but you know-we all know how it's going to go down. Now Sens going to be miserable...we have to go back to 1998 tech and references.
So that's no xbox, internet was not at its best, and a lot of his fav games weren't around. so...it's going to be fun~ He and I were born during the 90's but I at least used a lot of the tech from the 90's even when I was a teen. So i think i'll be fine lol. Tchao for now guys.