Sorry about not being descriptive. Sometimes it's hard for me to realize that other people are reading this. I am just so happy that people are actually reading my stories. It's exciting. Anyway here's the next chapter. Tell me what you think...if you want. Also I can't believe I forgot to do this. Sadly Resident Evil is not my idea and so please don't sue me and all that. Okay, later all.
Chapter 3 Morning of Day 2
It's weird watching yourself through someone else's eyes. I watched as the young girl of about 19 or so walk forward. She was waiting for something or someone. Her long light brown hair was an inch just above her waist. She wore a black full-length trenchcoat. So it was a bit difficult to really describe her body type. I didn't see her eyes until she turned around. They were solemn grey and seemed to match her facial expression, very serious. Suddenly I was pulled towards her face and her eyes turn red with hunger and emptiness. I shot awake. My intial response would have been to hit the snooze button. That wasn't happening. My hand hit something or someone warm.
"Owwww." I uttered as I tried to get up.
"Oh, you're awake finally." A more high-pitched female's voice noted.
"Where are we?" I asked and noticed that we were moving. She turned around and looked at me. Her sharp green eyes held a high intelligence and determination. Her dark brown hair was pulled up into a bun. She was wearing some sort of business attire. She faced foward and eyed the driver who hadn't said a word. I couldn't lift my body high enough to see who they were. I hoped it was the person who saved me. I wanted to thank them.
"You're safe for now. We're going underground to stop this ridculous diseaster." She spoke not really addressing me.
"Who are...?"
"That's enough questions out of you. Just be quiet Holland. Lay back down and rest some more. We'll be getting there soon enough."
"Don't order me around, okay. I have a right to know what's going to happen to me." I tried to shout but it came out weak sounding. No one said a word and I just lay there watching out the window. This city was looking ghostly and every now and then we'd pass zombie hordes swarming to any lving thing, ripping and tearing their flesh. These things were deadly. You couldn't reason with them, you couldn't bribe them, no matter what you said or did you were going to die and grueling slow death of getting eaten alive. My little brother James who was 15 had chosen the only other way out. He had shot himself in the head just as I had busted down the door. My face felt red from anger and frustration.
"What is this? I thought the S.T.A.R.S. and Umbrella had stopped this. Didn't they do enough damage in Racoon City?"
"Quiet her down Sophia."said the driver.
"Alright."
I tried to struggle but she stuck me and injected me so quickly I didn't have anytime to react. She pulled the needle out and tossed into a red biohazard bag.
"You...why are...you?" My words began to slur and I felt like I could fly. I had given many shots as a CNA (certified nurse's assitant) and now I realized why some of my pateints weren't too bothered when I told them that I was going to use a needle. My eyesight immediately began to get blurry and I was calm and finally fell into a deep peaceful rest.
"Night there Holland." was the last thing I heard.
It wasn't long until I awoke to the sound of gun shots. Someone was carrying me across their shoulders fieman style. Because of all the shaking I couldn't see clearly.
"Don't struggle we're just moving to somewhere more safe."
Just then a bullet grazed my shoulder. I kept quiet about it, but pulled myself down.
"Leon, come on we have to get out of here." Sophie cried.