Biohazard: One Step Closer
A Resident Evil Fanfiction
By Kinjiro Tuskasa
Chapter One: Hope Diminishes...
The shadows around me seem to grow even darker if possible. The very air of the room seems to close in about me, as hope diminishes little by little from my weakening body. I wait for somebody to come... anybody that may save me from this never-ending nightmare. But still, there is nobody.
I sit and watch the moments, the hours, dwindle away, waiting ever so desperately... Yet, no sound of footsteps, nor single drop of light signal the approach of anybody. Hopelessness takes me over. I can barely remember the sight of light, I've grown to used to this darkness.
It has been two days now. I know it does not seem much, but it is when you have seen no light of day, had no social contact with any other human, or felt not one gentle drop of water upon your tongue. My face lost much of its former color long ago, and my entire body has grown weak.
I still wear the same outfit, consisting of the deep green camoflauge pants, light green shirt, with the darker green denim shirt draped over it. They grow worn, a few tears here and there, but altogether, seeming to hold. My boots have also grown worn and a bit torn up, but still they work fine. The collar is still worn around my neck, the number '267' glowing a deep crimson red.
... I feel like a wreck and this cell reminds me more of an abandoned tomb...
I turn my wrist to see the face of my digital watch, which has all but fallen apart, and the time '4:06 AM' blinks madly back at me in a bright neon green. No sleep have I been able to get while in this hellish nightmare, no rest of any sort at all.
I stand up shakily upon my unstable feet and try to keep balance. I cross the darkened cell, barely enough light to see where I am going. The only light I've seen these past two days is the flickering of the dull ceiling lights outside this abandoned cell. They often flicker out, but now, they had chosen to work.
I make my way over to what had once been a sink, but was now just a stained remnant of it, with rusted pipes that didn't even work. Set above it was a mirror that had been long broken and was covered in a thick layer of dust. I wiped some of the grunge off of the mirror with my torn sleeve, almost afraid to see what I had grown to be.
... The mirror ever so cruelly taunted me. An image of a teenage guy stood looking back at me, and immediately I despised him. My crystal blue eyes searched into his own as a look of, almost hatred, came upon my face, as well as his. It was not just how he looked that made me despise him, but more of who he was, how he had ended up like this. How did this ever become of me...?
I set my hands upon the surface of the old worn sink and looked downward letting my crimson hair fall before my eyes, lost deep in thought. I soon looked back to where I had been sitting against the wall, and could almost see the white chalk outline of my body, like something from an old movie, marking my death.
I looked down to see my empty holsters where my twin sub machine guns had once been set, the dust beginning to collect upon them. I walked back over to the place where I had been sitting again, falling soundlessly to the floor, and continued to wait ever hopelessly...
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A/N: Well, this is the first chapter of my new Biohazard fanfiction, so I hope you enjoy!
Oh, and if you have a character you want to be put in, I do need a few for later in the story. Just posting this as an opportunity for anyone who may want a character in it. If so, send a character profile to me at HaldirLives13@hotmail.com and the best few will be selected. Include what information you think is important as well as any emotional ties to anyone, emotional problems, would like characters to be deep and have more to them then what others see, always makes the plot juicier! Thanks! ^-^
A Resident Evil Fanfiction
By Kinjiro Tuskasa
Chapter One: Hope Diminishes...
The shadows around me seem to grow even darker if possible. The very air of the room seems to close in about me, as hope diminishes little by little from my weakening body. I wait for somebody to come... anybody that may save me from this never-ending nightmare. But still, there is nobody.
I sit and watch the moments, the hours, dwindle away, waiting ever so desperately... Yet, no sound of footsteps, nor single drop of light signal the approach of anybody. Hopelessness takes me over. I can barely remember the sight of light, I've grown to used to this darkness.
It has been two days now. I know it does not seem much, but it is when you have seen no light of day, had no social contact with any other human, or felt not one gentle drop of water upon your tongue. My face lost much of its former color long ago, and my entire body has grown weak.
I still wear the same outfit, consisting of the deep green camoflauge pants, light green shirt, with the darker green denim shirt draped over it. They grow worn, a few tears here and there, but altogether, seeming to hold. My boots have also grown worn and a bit torn up, but still they work fine. The collar is still worn around my neck, the number '267' glowing a deep crimson red.
... I feel like a wreck and this cell reminds me more of an abandoned tomb...
I turn my wrist to see the face of my digital watch, which has all but fallen apart, and the time '4:06 AM' blinks madly back at me in a bright neon green. No sleep have I been able to get while in this hellish nightmare, no rest of any sort at all.
I stand up shakily upon my unstable feet and try to keep balance. I cross the darkened cell, barely enough light to see where I am going. The only light I've seen these past two days is the flickering of the dull ceiling lights outside this abandoned cell. They often flicker out, but now, they had chosen to work.
I make my way over to what had once been a sink, but was now just a stained remnant of it, with rusted pipes that didn't even work. Set above it was a mirror that had been long broken and was covered in a thick layer of dust. I wiped some of the grunge off of the mirror with my torn sleeve, almost afraid to see what I had grown to be.
... The mirror ever so cruelly taunted me. An image of a teenage guy stood looking back at me, and immediately I despised him. My crystal blue eyes searched into his own as a look of, almost hatred, came upon my face, as well as his. It was not just how he looked that made me despise him, but more of who he was, how he had ended up like this. How did this ever become of me...?
I set my hands upon the surface of the old worn sink and looked downward letting my crimson hair fall before my eyes, lost deep in thought. I soon looked back to where I had been sitting against the wall, and could almost see the white chalk outline of my body, like something from an old movie, marking my death.
I looked down to see my empty holsters where my twin sub machine guns had once been set, the dust beginning to collect upon them. I walked back over to the place where I had been sitting again, falling soundlessly to the floor, and continued to wait ever hopelessly...
--
A/N: Well, this is the first chapter of my new Biohazard fanfiction, so I hope you enjoy!
Oh, and if you have a character you want to be put in, I do need a few for later in the story. Just posting this as an opportunity for anyone who may want a character in it. If so, send a character profile to me at HaldirLives13@hotmail.com and the best few will be selected. Include what information you think is important as well as any emotional ties to anyone, emotional problems, would like characters to be deep and have more to them then what others see, always makes the plot juicier! Thanks! ^-^