Hey People, This is my.first Resident Evil Fanfic. I've been a fan for
years and I feel like writing a romance. So here's the prologue to, "Where
the Redfields Grow."R+R, Please.
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*Bam*Bam*Bam*
Chris Redfield jumped behind a box of crates nearby. Sweat Beading on his forehead, He checked his Ammunition. "3 Shots Left..Damnit.",He whispered to himself. He lifted his head above his small shield to see his opponents position. A Blonde-Haired Male in a Black Jumpsuit was making his way to Chris' Position Steadily. An MP5 dangled loosely in the man's hand. His index finger barely touching the trigger. "Come out Chris.I know you're there.." He lifted up the gun and sprayed the area randomly with bullets. Chris shuddered and threw himself to the ground as a bullet grazed his ear. "This is it.Kill or be killed." Chris threw himself off the warehouse floor and opened up to shots on Wesker. Wesker fell back a few feet as a bullet teared into his shoulder and another into his ribcage. Wesker winced for a moment and then opened up fire at Chris. Chris fell behind the crates once again and slammed his last clip into his berretta. Wesker broke into a run and lunged behind the crates at Chris.
*Bam*
Wesker's body fell on top of Chris and crumpled. Chris laid there a few minutes, breathing short breaths, and then he summoned the strength to push Wesker off of him. He propped himself against a crate and stared at Wesker's body. His gaze then turned to Carlos' corpse that layed face-up staring at the factory lights. Carlos was dead. And it was Weskers fault. Wesker and Umbrella. They alone were responsible for the deaths of all those people. And they finally got theirs. Chris pulled himself up and limped away from Wesker's Body. He stopped at Carlos' Body and cast him over his shoulder. He kicked open the doors and the fresh air hit his face. A strong breeze blowing Chris' hair backwards. It felt good. Umbrella was gone.
That was mt prologue. The next chapter will br longer. Promise. Read and Review! -Genome Rob
*Bam*Bam*Bam*
Chris Redfield jumped behind a box of crates nearby. Sweat Beading on his forehead, He checked his Ammunition. "3 Shots Left..Damnit.",He whispered to himself. He lifted his head above his small shield to see his opponents position. A Blonde-Haired Male in a Black Jumpsuit was making his way to Chris' Position Steadily. An MP5 dangled loosely in the man's hand. His index finger barely touching the trigger. "Come out Chris.I know you're there.." He lifted up the gun and sprayed the area randomly with bullets. Chris shuddered and threw himself to the ground as a bullet grazed his ear. "This is it.Kill or be killed." Chris threw himself off the warehouse floor and opened up to shots on Wesker. Wesker fell back a few feet as a bullet teared into his shoulder and another into his ribcage. Wesker winced for a moment and then opened up fire at Chris. Chris fell behind the crates once again and slammed his last clip into his berretta. Wesker broke into a run and lunged behind the crates at Chris.
*Bam*
Wesker's body fell on top of Chris and crumpled. Chris laid there a few minutes, breathing short breaths, and then he summoned the strength to push Wesker off of him. He propped himself against a crate and stared at Wesker's body. His gaze then turned to Carlos' corpse that layed face-up staring at the factory lights. Carlos was dead. And it was Weskers fault. Wesker and Umbrella. They alone were responsible for the deaths of all those people. And they finally got theirs. Chris pulled himself up and limped away from Wesker's Body. He stopped at Carlos' Body and cast him over his shoulder. He kicked open the doors and the fresh air hit his face. A strong breeze blowing Chris' hair backwards. It felt good. Umbrella was gone.
That was mt prologue. The next chapter will br longer. Promise. Read and Review! -Genome Rob
