First off, I do not own Resident
evil. Second off, I do not own Hunk, he belongs to Capcom
and all who created him and stuff etc.
I do however own Naomi, she is MINE! This is my first ever try at serious
writing, so if you have any comments ANY COMMENTS they are truly welcomed!!
Oh and I am from LONDON, ENGLAND! So that's why when Hunk and Naomi are talking or
thinking, you might think "hey that's not very American…sounds cockney to me…"
then that's why, COS I IS A COCKNEY INIT! So please excuse that!
Thanks loads for reading this! ^__^ hope you like it!!!
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Stuck. How the hell did this happen? The tall blond guy pushed that really heavy marble table across the door, blocking it. My damn boss always loved the exquisite, I mean who in their right mind would have a marble table?? I always thought it was just flashy, but now, I'm thanking god that we have it. I don't really know how all this happened…I mean it's only my first month!!! I just turned 20 and I was in a really shitty job….that's what happens when you don't go to school. It's not that I'm not smart, it's just that I always found something more interesting to do. I couldn't believe my luck when I saw the add in the paper, the local Umbrella offices were recruiting secretaries! The pays brilliant, I could retire in a few years, really I'm not kidding! The best part was that they didn't care that I didn't have any experience, all they really cared about was how good I was at keeping my mouth shut. I had to sign all these papers, declaring that I would never divulge any information that I would hear or see to anyone without the proper clearance. Not that I ever saw anything, just the same 4 grey walls and mountains of paper work to be filed, it was an easy job, I spent most of the day just fooling around in my office. Yeah, I got my own office, I've never felt that important, ever! I never saw anything out of the ordinary…..but now….
"Hey, what's your name?" The tall guy's talking to me, he's finished blocking the door, and now standing there lighting a well earned cigarette, staring at me…
"I…my names…Naomi." I'm stuttering, and I've only just realised I'm shaking, I can't stop my hands from shaking. The guy just smiled at me, I think he knows I'm shitting myself..
"Don't worry, I wont hurt you…" He smile's again and leans against the table.
"It's not you I'm worried about….its those things out there…." He glances towards the door and laughs..
"Its ok, they cant get in here, too weak.." I can still hear the thuds against the door, the low moaning…I know what they want, they want to eat me. I've seen enough movies to know what they are…Zombies. How they got here I don't know, but they're here, walking around, chomping away on anything that moves…and don't get me started with the other things here….all equally deadly, I really don't know how I've survived this long…I look back at the guy again, he's got his hand out, offering me his cigarette.
"Er…no thanks…I don't smoke. My dad always said it would kill ya one day….." He's staring at me again, then I realise how stupid I am. Yeah one little cigarette will kill me, the hordes of zombies and god knows what else out there wont even scratch me….god this is just all so confusing…
I walk around the room, and great, no windows, I forgot I was on the lower levels. I'm not supposed to be down here, I don't have the clearance, but when all hell broke loose I thought "fuck it." I figured it might be safer downstairs, nearer the main security units. I didn't figure on the security team being turned into zombies….I swear I know this guy from somewhere, he looks familiar…
"What? You're staring again…" I must be looking at him funny….He's wearing Umbrellas Special Forces uniform. But no name tags…I guess he's on a secret mission or something. Teams had been coming and going through my office building for a few weeks now, so they were a usual sight, I must have seen him in one of those teams….
"I just...sorry….I think I've seen you before…here…Hey…You haven't told me your name yet….and what the hells going on here? What are those things out there? How are we…" wow I must be hysterical, I'm shaking again. He's got up now, throwing his burnt out cigarette on the floor. Then he slaps me! HE SLAPS ME?? How rude…..wait…I'm not crying so hard now….He's got his hands on my shoulders and is gently shaking me, oh well at least he isn't throwing me around the room….I look up at him, his face is stern yet a little concerned…maybe he's just worried I might kill my self or something….
"Hey calm down, you need a clear head to survive ok. My name is not important, just call me Hunk. You already know what those things out there are, zombies. You know how to kill them, just like in the movies ok. You've done pretty well so far so I don't think you need to know anything more about the other things out there, just keep calm and we'll get out of here together ok." His voice is calm and soothing, in any other situation, I guess I would listen to him, but when there's zombies knocking on the door, I don't think I'm going to calm down after a couple of words from a ….Hunk?
"Hunk….your names hunk??? What a stupid name!" I'm actually laughing, I'm so close to death right now but I'm laughing….oh come on Hunk is a stupid name..
"Hey don't laugh, I didn't choose it!" He's let go of me now, stepping back a bit, laughing a little. I, being me, just keep on laughing…god I hope I don't start snorting, how embarrassing….
"Ok sure I'll call you Hunk….god that really is stupid…" Well it is…….wait, he hasn't explained what's happened here…
"Well…what the hell happened? One minute I'm working away at my desk, the next minute all hell breaks loose and there's people getting eaten in the corridors…" He's going through his pack, checking his guns, he's got one of those machine guns and an automatic? I think that's what they call them, I don't know, I never was one for guns….
"How did you survive? If you don't mind me asking…" He's polite, I like that…
"Well….there had been security breaches, at first, we were all told to go to our posts and stay there. Most of us thought it was that cannibal cult, the security guys have guns you know...we didn't think this would happen. It was getting near to the curfew time so they locked us in the building, they were saying it would be safer for us if we stayed here. That's when freaky shit started to happen, there were calls from the basement levels asking all available security to go downstairs, they never came back up. A group of us decided to go down, to see what was going on….I went down cos, well like I said, the security guys have guns, and cute uniforms…" He's sniggering a little while still sorting out his pack…
"I…well we had to crawl down the elevator shoot thing cos the elevators weren't working. When we got to the security level……there was just…….god you can just smell the death….it was horrible, there was blood everywhere and no one around. Some of us wanted to go back up, try and get out the building, but……what if there was survivors you know? So a few of us stayed…then the zombies came, and…the other things as well…that toad thing…" I shudder at the thought of it, it was big, like a gorilla, but its skin was green and I thought it looked like a toad with claws….
"Hunter. That's what we grunts call it…." Said hunk, and I just nod….Hunter…suits…
"Yeah…k….erm…the others with me…got picked off…its like…all these creatures were toying with us….the zombies are easy to deal with, as long as there's just a few of them, you can run past them easy enough. But those other things, they follow you around, they don't just kill you, it's like they take pleasure in making you hurt….making you scream…" I'm shaking again…
"I can remember the screaming, John was the worst. He was the buffest guy in the place, he was a doorman on the front door, he was told to watch us office lot from upstairs but decided to come with us, and I was happy for that, I mean….I felt safe with him. Then that brain thingy got him, it crept up behind him, like a lizard, then its tongue flicked out. It's amazing how long its tongue is, it was at least 6 feet away from John but was still able to wrap its tongue round him a few times. It squeezed him hard and he screamed, I've never heard anyone scream like that, just pure fear. John shouted at me, telling me to run away….and I did…I ran down the corridor as fast as possible. I'm lucky I'm small enough, I can just get into the air vents, and I've been crawling round them for the past couple of days. Just coming out to get something to eat or drink……" Shit I'm crying again, and I can't stop this time. Its like the past few days have been a dream, I haven't had the time to stop and think about what's happened, but now I can…and I wish I didn't have to.
"Hey come on. You did well kid. My team were highly trained professionals and they all died quickly. Right now, you just have to imagine yourself getting out of here, getting away from this town, living again." He isn't looking at me, just staring off into a corner, weird…maybe he's just trying to convince himself that he's going to get out of here…..maybe. I think he's finished with his pack cos he's put it on the floor. He's shaking his head, looking a little pre-occupied, I mean….who wouldn't be in this situation? I know I am!
"Here, sit down and rest a bit yeah?" He's just sat down on the floor, leaning against the wall. He's patting the floor next to him, looks cold, everything in this room is marble, why the hell does it have to be marble? Damn umbrella, they could have spent the money building this room on more security, maybe this wouldn't have happened then.
"Hey…here sit down." I must have spaced out for a second, cos Hunk was waving a bottle of water at me and motioning that I should sit down. Why not, he seems harmless enough. I slump down beside him and damn the floor is cold, why do I have to wear skirts to work? Why cant I just come in with a pair of old musty jeans and a cute t-shirt, another stupid umbrella rule, no one ever saw me so why the hell did I have to wear a suit.
"Cold? We should find you some more suitable clothes….later." Hunk's looking me up and down, is he staring at my legs? Well they aren't a pretty sight at the moment, I'm covered in dust and scratches, stupid air vents. Why couldn't umbrella make them….nicer, maybe line them with carpet or something….I blame everything that ever went wrong in my life on umbrella. Stupid umbrella….
"You wanted to know what happened here….yeah?" He hands me the bottle of water and I just nod, I'm getting real tired….
"There was a chemical spill downstairs, in the lower basement levels. The scientists were trying to come up with a super vaccine that would defend the human body against any and all kinds of diseases, obviously they aren't even half way there yet....Teams tried to contain the spill, but unfortunately many were infected. That's where your zombies come from, this chemical is a virus, spread through the air at first, then once your infected you basically turn into a zombie, and…well you know when your bitten by a zombie, you turn into one yourself." I guessed as much, I mean who else could think of making a virus that would turn people into zombies…stupid umbrella of course. Ok so he says that they were creating this virus thingy for good but...still....assholes.
"The other creatures are also accidents, they were infected with the virus as well, so try not to get hurt by them ok?" I nod and drink some of the water, eugh its warm, suppose I can't complain. I don't know why I'm so calm, hey maybe I'm in shock or something, or just crazy…
"That's all you need to know, but if you do get out of here, I advise that you forget about every thing you know about umbrella and this accident. It'll help you out in the long run, believe me…." He looks pretty serious, but I'll never forget this…stupid umbrella.
I'm tired again, and I bet I look tired…
"Hey try and get some sleep, we've got a long road ahead of us…."
"Sleep? With those things out there? I haven't slept in about 2 days now……" How the hell can he think I'll get some sleep, with all I've seen and heard the past couple of days, I'll just being walking into another nightmare….
"Just try and rest ok? Getting out of here isn't going to be easy……" I know its not going to be easy…maybe he's right, maybe I should try and rest. I lie down on the floor, oh yeah the cold floor, stupid umbrella not investing in heated flooring….
"You won't let those things get in here??" I'm worried, I mean what happens if I'm sleeping and a whole load of zombies get in here, Ill be a sitting duck! Duck…I wonder if there's any zombie ducks…..what am I thinking? I must be losing it…
"No. They can't and if anything else comes, I'll deal with it….." I've got my eyes closed but I can still see all those creatures, hear the screams, and smell death……..
I think back to when I first met Hunk. Only a few hours ago. I was wondering around the lower security level when I heard gunshots coming from one of the conference rooms, gun shots mean people, so I ran to the room. When I got there I burst in there like an idiot. He was just finishing off one of the toad things, oh yeah a Hunter, it was amazing, like he knew where all its weak points were, in a few shots it was down and dead! I think I shouted something like "thank god!!" or something, I'm not really sure, its all kinda hazy…I remember him just standing there, I couldn't see his face, he was wearing a helmet and mask, and he was pointing his gun at me. Maybe he thought I was a zombie. After a few seconds…well it felt like a few years, he lowered his gun and took off his helmet and mask. That's when I got to see his face, he looked tired, unshaven and like he'd been through hell. I think I was going to introduce myself or ask him who he was but that's when they came. Loads of them, I don't know where they came from but there was about 15 or 20 zombies lurching down the hall towards us. Hunk just grabbed my arm and ran, telling me to run faster. I'm only short, I can't run as fast as he can, he's got the advantage of longer legs. We spent the first couple of hours together like that, trying to find somewhere safe to rest. We didn't really talk, I just took orders, and I'm happy to do that, I've never really been a leader. We ran into a pack of zombies, if Hunk wasn't there I would have definitely been a goner! I saw the boss's office down here before and remembered that there was only one door into the room, so it was probably the safest place in the area, as long as there were no creatures in there. Hunk took care of most of the zombies, and we ran past the rest. Then…we got into here, this office…I'm a little worried, I mean there is only one door, so only one way in…one way out. If it's just those few zombies we left then it'll be ok…but if anything else has crept up, waiting for us in the dark corners…I don't know. I guess Hunk should be able to take care of them, I mean he has a big gun…and he looks like a good soldier… Hell what more could I ask for? If these are to be the last hours of my life, why not spend them with a tall, good looking, uniformed soldier boy who's going to protect me from all the evil things out there! A girls dream come true! Yeah I know, I should be saying stuff like "I'm a strong, confident woman, and I don't need a man to do anything for me!" but I'm just a 20 year old, out of shape, young naive girl. I've never held a gun in my life, never come out of a fight on top, never really succeeded at anything….AND I survived this long on my own, someone else should do all the work for the change! I'm fed up with running away, hiding in a dark damp spider infested hole, I want someone to clear the path for me, so I can go out….and buy some new shoes. Wow hey right in front of me…the perfect shoes….Black…shiny….thick laces….heavy sole…
I can hear clicks, what is that? I open my eyes to see Hunk checking his weapons again, I think he's counting his ammo or something. Have I been asleep? I must have, unless Hunk put my watch forward a couple of hours…And where the hell are those perfect shoes….god I've grabbed Hunks boot….Yup I was asleep and dreaming….damn…
"Morning sleeping beauty" He's smiling down at me, and I've only just realised he's put his jacket over me, not so cold no more…
"Morning?? It's like early evening actually…." It's about 6:30pm, hey Friends comes on soon….
"You gonna let go of my boot now?" I'm still holding on to his boot, great, now he thinks I'm a freak…
"Sorry…I was err...dreaming…" I ache all over, must be cos I slept on a stupid marble floor…and I'm still holding his boot…ok let go now Naomi…
"Dreaming about my boots? Wow you must have fascinating dreams….come on, we've got to get moving…" It hurts when I stand up, great this is going to be a fun trip. Hunks already moving the table away from the door.
"We have to get to the pick up point, it's on the other side of town, its probably going to take us about a day to get there…." Ok what? A day to get across town? I can bike it in a couple of hours…
"A day? Why? I thought we just had to get out of the building….hey….why aren't there any more rescue teams? I mean I guess you were part of one right? Shouldn't have umbrella sent more?" Why didn't I think of that before, for once my thoughts seem to be ordered. I must have been more tired than I first thought, guess that little sleep did me good…
"Rescue team? Er…yeah, we were a rescue team. But we were wiped out in a matter of minutes, and umbrella didn't send any more because they can't." Hunk's picking up his pack, and looks ready to go, but I'm not….
"Can't? Why not? And why is it going to take a day to get across town! Why do we even have to go across town, once we get out of the building it's going to be ok….right?" Hunk isn't looking at me again, is he scared to look at me??? This is one annoying habit he's got, doesn't he know its rude not to look at someone when they are talking to you….
"You don't know about the town then…..No...I guess you wouldn't. Well, I don't know how to tell you really but...the towns gone to shit. The virus got out, infected the whole town, everyone's dead, if there's any survivors, they'll all be dead soon…." Infected? The whole town? He has to be lying to me, umbrella would never let that happen…..would they? I mean they let it happen here……Shit. My Dad!!
"No you gotta be lying! There's no way that could happen! Why didn't they evacuate, what…what about my dad! We have to go check! I have to see my Dad!" I have to see him, it's only ever been me and my Dad. If Hunks telling the truth, and my Dads out there, I have to find him…I have to know if….Great now I'm crying again….
"Hey come on now, don't start crying again!!" I don't think Hunks had that much experience in dealing with emotional girls, telling me not to cry just makes me cry harder, I cant even see him now, my tears are making everything go blurry. My lungs feel heavy, like I can't breathe anymore, I just can't stop thinking about my dad…being all alone out there. He's probably really worried about me….I feel a weight on my shoulders. Hunks come round behind me and draped his jacket over me. I must have dropped that on the floor when I woke up…
"Hey...I'm not going to lie to you…If your Dad was out there when the virus hit, he's probably dead now. Don't dwell on it, you just have to think of the future, he wouldn't want you to die trying to look for him now would he?" How can he say something like that…
"Don't dwell on it??? You tell me that those zombies are all over the town, and my dad is probably dead and I shouldn't dwell on it??? What the hell am I supposed to do? Just forget that he ever existed and get on with my life?? I have to see him! I have to…" I've got my head in my hands now, feels heavy, everything just feels so heavy now…it's the only way I can describe this feeling…I don't know if I can go on, but I have too, I have to find my dad. I'm walking away from Hunk now, towards the door, I can't hear him following me…
"I'm going, with or without you. I'm going to find my dad and get the hell out of this town with him. I don't care what you do…" Yeah right like I'll be able to do this on my own. I'll never get out of this building alive, but I have to try. I just have to…for my Dad. He's done so much for me in my lifetime....I just have to find him.
"Look…shit….." Hunk was muttering to himself behind me. Maybe he's having a change of heart. I turn round and stare at him, I must look like hell, and I hope I do, might make him feel sorry for me or something….
"Fine, ok. We'll stop at your house…But only if it's on the way, and only if we can get to it…there's road blocks all over the town, not to mention the zombies and…other things." Yes! I run up to Hunk and hug him! He just stands there, stiff, odd. Maybe he's just shy…Or just hasn't had any one hug him recently…or ever….
"Thank you! Thank you so much!! I swear I'll repay you. I don't know how but I will! Thank you!" He gently pats me on the back and I step away, I think I was making him feel awkward…
"Ok…just don't cry again ok? We don't have time for it…" He looks away and well, I didn't really like the look on his face. Up until now it had been soft, gentle, but now it was hard, he looked…kinda evil…Now when I think about it, that's how he looked when he first saw me. Only for a couple of seconds though, but still…I think he's noticed that I'm a little nervous because he's smiling again. That harsh look he had in his eyes is gone now…I wonder, what could happen to a person that would give them a look like that?
"I'll try not to cry…but I cant promise anything" I put on a brave smile like the little trooper I am, and wipe my face with the sleeve of Hunks jacket. I'm happy Hunk's jacket is black, because if I wiped my face with a white jacket….it would turn black. That's how dirty I am at the moment…
"Just cry on the move ok?" Hey I can do that! Well….I think so anyway….
"Yeah! If you're lucky I might even run and cry at the same time!!!" He's smiling again, laughing.
"Well let's hope you can do that. Now…are you ready?" He's got his hand on the door knob, ready to open the door into god knows what….
"Yeh. Let's go..." I have to be brave. I've survived 2 days on my own, I think I can just about survive with a solider…..Hunk's just opened the door……………..
(Neh! Well that's it for the first chapter!! Please review for me! Again any and all comments are welcomed! I've never written anything like this before!! Thankies lots!)