Surviving A Nightmare

Disclaimer: See previous chapters.

Chapter 9: A Little R&R.

Well here we are on a small, one compartment train that's leading us to the one place we should be trying to get as far away from as possible. However, according to Connie there's a larger train on a different set of tracks that'll take us out of the city. It seems as though Umbrella was aware that something like this might happen. So, as a requirement, all Umbrella facilities have an alternate escape route underneath their facilities.

As it is, we're all grateful for the respite from what's going on above us, however brief it may be. I mean, we've all been through a lot. In less than twenty-four hours we've lost everything. Our school, homes, friends, family, and even now there's a chance some of us won't even make it out with our lives. We don't know what lies ahead. Hell, the main laboratory could be infested with those things. Because from what Connie tells me, that's where the proverbial shit hit the fan.

But I don't really want to think about that right now. All I want to do is sit here, with my head against the wall of the small engineer's compartment, and rest. I'm tired, hungry, and in need of a bath and a change of clothes. Seriously. What I wouldn't give to be back at home, eating a gigantic bowl of Count Chocula while watching reruns of G Gundam, or even better, playing Final Fantasy VII for the hundredth time. Hell, I'd kill just to have my mp3 player right about now. But no, that's in my car.

No matter how hard I try though, I can't stop thinking about various things that may lie ahead. What if other survivors have already taken the train out of here? Where does that leave us then, huh? And like I mentioned before, the place could be crawling with zombies and god only knows what else. Sure, we have a decent enough arsenal of weapons now, but I doubt it could stand up to that humongous rocket launcher ol' Johnny is packing.

"This sucks ass." I say to myself. I stand up and place my hands on the control panel in front of me. The lights of the small cargo train illuminate the path ahead of us, but psh, there sure isn't any light at the end of this tunnel.

"I agree." Kasey says as she enters the compartment. It's a pretty small room, and now with two people it's really cramped. I move over so that there's at least some space between us.

I smile slightly at her comment and lean back against the wall, my arms crossed over my chest. "How's everyone holding up?"

"Okay I guess, considering the situation.." She pauses for a moment and gives me this…look, before continuing. "What about you?"

"Okay I guess, considering the situation." I mimic her words and smirk when she rolls her eyes.

"Smart ass.", she smiles and continues speaking, "But seriously, you've done so much Nat. I mean, you really took control of the situation and managed to get us out of there. While everyone is scared shitless and totally out of it, you just seem so…in control and not afraid of anything. You're very…brave."

I look down at my feet in an attempt to hide the slight blush that's covering my cheeks right now. "I don't know about all of that."

"You are." She said. She moved closer and reached a hand up to lightly brush her fingertips against the bandage that was covering the gash from the two-by-four smacking I'd received earlier.

Upon feeling her hand I looked up to see her standing very close. The look she was giving me was different from before, and I liked it. But it was pretty damn confusing, too. It wasn't the fact that it was a girl. As I've stated before, I like girls. It's no secret that I do. But, I sure as hell didn't know that Kasey felt that way towards me. Who knows, maybe she doesn't. It could be the fact that we're in a situation where you don't know whether or not you're going to live to see tomorrow. Maybe I just wasn't used to this kind of stuff. You know, the whole "deep and emotional" kind of stuff. I think she noticed this because she just smiled and let her hand continue traveling downward until I felt fingertips brush against my cheek.

"Relax. I really do like you, Nat." She paused, but her hand didn't stop it's movement against my cheek. "I've been wanting to tell you, and now…," she moved even closer while her hand moved from my cheek to rest on the nape of my neck, "I just don't want to risk not ever being able to do this."

And with that said, she closed the distance between us and kissed me. I couldn't help but be just a little surprised by the action. However, that didn't last very long.

Her lips were soft as they brushed against my own. Yeah, it sounds like something out of a cheesy romance novel, but you know what? I don't give a damn. I moved my arms, which had then fallen limp against my sides, around her slim waist and pulled her even closer. When our bodies brushed up against one another she let out a little moan and wrapped her arms around my shoulders.

I felt her tongue brush across my lips and I didn't waste any time in parting them to deepen the kiss. Our tongues met and I couldn't help but feel a rush of something, perhaps desire (lust) rush through me. At this moment, I really wish there was another car attached to this train.

When air became an issue I slowly pulled away from her. As soon as I did I found myself wanting to capture them with mine again. Resting my forehead against hers, I looked into her eyes and smiled. I really didn't know what to say, but a "Wow." from her pretty much summed it all up.

For the first time since this place went to hell, I felt hopeful that we'd all make it out of here. We had to make it out. I wanted to experience more of…this, whatever it was. Damn if all this isn't doesn't remind me of a Final Fantasy game. Really, think about it. The reluctant hero , moi, who doesn't care about anything or anyone but herself, gets mixed up in something that involves saving the lives of others. Then, along the way, there's a little romance, and she soon finds herself actually caring about the people around her and doing whatever is necessary to save her love. Well okay, in most of those games the reluctant hero is a guy, but…whatever.

I just hope this doesn't end up being a Final Fantasy VII; you know, the one where they actually kill off the hero's love interest?

I must look like I'm thinking about something important, because I'm brought out of my reverie by the sound of Kasey giggling and the feel of her lips lightly grazing mine, again. "You're cute when you're deep in thought."

"…Whatever." I smile, letting her know I'm just kidding. Of course, that still doesn't stop me from blushing. And dammit since when did I actually blush, anyway?

"What were you thinking about?", she asks.

"It's nothing major. I'll tell you about it when all of this is over." I kiss her again to reassure her that nothing's wrong. "We'll be there soon. Let's relax while we can."