Category: Resident Evil Village
Rating: M
Couples: -
Warnings: AU, Mention of torture & forced pregnancy, Blood, Maternal Miranda
Chapter: 5
Copyright: Characters & places © By Capcom, Plot & OC´s © by me
Authors note: Sequel to Cursed Summer Vineyards
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"Louisiana is very flat." Heisenberg muttered, looking out of the car-window. After last summer, he had taken to learning to drive, and they were now traveling across what felt like ridiculously flat roads for what felt far too long.
"You said that last hour already." Donna, not behind the wheel, checked the map they had gotten from the contact from the Duke.
"It is still just as flat." Her brother rolled down a window, leaning out briefly. "Any idea how much further."
"Not that much more, if this thing is accurate." She folded the paper carefully, taking care to not add any creases beyond the ones already there. Their luggage was in the back, alongside the luggage of the previous owner of the car which they hadn't bothered to remove. "We'll hit the coastline soon, and then it's west."
"Should've made you learn how to drive as well..." He pulled his head back in, leaning back into the black-leather seats. "I'm getting cramps in my damn legs."
"I know for a fact you are using your powers to move the pedals, Karl." She rolled her eyes behind her veil, readjusting it from the wind that had buffeted her while his window had been open.
"I haven't been able to stretch them since this morning. I am this close to getting claustrophobia." Drumming his fingers on the wheel, he started fishing for another cigar in the bag behind his seat.
"Watch the road." The Dollmaker slapped his hand, taking over the search herself. "This isn't like back home, where no one was ever on the roads." She gestured to the absolute swarms of cars surrounding them.
"Fine, fine..." He returned both hands to the wheel, though he left his feet in the comfortable position he had managed to find. After a few moments, his sister offered him the cigar. "Thanks."
"Ah, take that one." The black-clad woman pointed at the large sign. "Dulvey, that's the place."
"Frick-fracking finally! They need less cars and more goddamn airports." He squeezed the car between two others, and if the one behind him jerked back a bit so he could do so, who would be able to tell? "We could have crossed the entirety of Romania with the distance we drove to get here."
"Not so much more airports, but more hospitals that do tumor-removals for foreigners." She corrected him, reminding him of their 'official' reason for being here. "At least around here."
"Why could they not just have moved the girl via plane, instead a tanker in bum-fuck nowhere...?" They were still driving through land that looked like one of Alcina's maids had ironed out every wrinkle, but at least once in a while, there was building of some sort. "Oh! Can we get some food?" He pointed ahead to a sign that announced a restaurant with drive-through... several dozen miles away. "Metric, people, have you heard of metric? Who the hell knows how far that is?"
He ignored the sigh from beside him. "You're lucky the guy had plenty of cash on him, with how much you eat."
"Sorry, we can't all eat only a salad, Donna. I need something more substantial!" He made a mental calculation of the approximate distance the food was and found that it was far further than he'd like. "Also, would it kill them to put everything a bit closer together?" Back in Romania, he'd be in the next city with that distance, it felt like.