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"You can't just leave right now! We're getting closer to Los Angeles every day!" Claire yelled so loudly she caught everyone attention.
"We're not getting there fast enough," Savannah yelled. She was desperate to find Chris even if she didn't realize it, "I am old enough to do as I please, Claire, and if that means leaving this convoy, then that's what I'm gonna do." Savannah spoke calmly while examining her knife.
"What if you get to the L.A prison, and he isn't alive? What will you do then?" Claire grabbed Savannah's shoulders just as the brunette let he head fall, "I will not allow you to leave, Savannah. I don't care what your motives are. You're the one who told me you lost hope in Chris still being alive." Savannah stood, angry, glaring at Claire.
"I have lost hope, but you and I both know that I am becoming more of a hazard to everyone here. I am more robot than human now, and I need to leave. I need to find myself again. All this chaos and all our losses has made me forget something very valuable," Savannah placed a hand on Claire's shoulder, smiling at her as continued, "We will meet up again. Keep hope, cause that's the only thing that's gonna keep anyone sane. Have a safe trip to Vegas with everyone. I hope you all find Arcadia. I want you to be safe Claire," Savannah gave a soft smile not really wanting to leave her best friend, but she had to if she had speck of hope of finding Chris, "Alice is a pretty good addition to the convoy."
Claire pulled Savannah in a hug. She didn't know if she could keep hope in seeing Savannah again. She would be traveling alone, and the state the world is in right now, Claire couldn't be too sure Savannah would survive alone. Everyone may still be in the convoy with her, but Savannah and Claire had been with each other ever since the outbreak, and they had to flee from Raccoon City to survive.
"Take care, Savannah."
Savannah gave her nod, and walked away. She climbed into the truck she was taking, and looked back at everyone she was leaving. With one last look, she cranked the truck, and drove away from everyone she called a family now. Los Angeles was Savannah's new destination because that was where Chris was being stationed when Raccoon City was infected with the T-Virus.
Savannah's journey to Los Angeles went from days to weeks. She didn't want to get there just yet because she didn't want to face not finding Chris. Savannah was currently on the outskirts of Santa Cruz in need of fuel. Once finding a gas station with gas, she pumped her truck full. Looking around she saw a motel a little ways from the gas station. This may have been a rash decision, but she wanted to go to the hotel just to get a nights rest in a bed. She drove to the lobby grabbing as many of the keys as she could. Savannah made her way around the motel checking each of the rooms until she found one that may be clean enough for her standard.
Hearing a rustling she pulled out her beloved Desert Eagle. There was crash and soon after some moaning. She didn't take the time to search for the key, instead kicked the door open ready to shoot.
"What the fuck!" She looked down to the deep voice seeing a blond male lying on the floor. He had a gun pointing up at her as hers was pointed down at him.
"Hmm...you're not infected?" the man observed
"Are you?" Savannah asked.
"I'm talking aren't I?"
He stood up facing Savannah with a smirk. His sandy blonde hair spiked up front giving a clear view of his piercing green eyes. He had on a tight, gray shirt, and black cargo pants. Savannah glanced around the room seeing a chest holster sitting on the side table.
"Leon Kennedy." He held out his hand Savannah took it with a firm grip.
"Savannah Roberts."
"Where you travelling to?" He asked buckling the chest holster onto himself.
"Los Angeles. You?"
"No where specific. Just surviving. So, where do you come from?"
"Raccoon City. The heart and soul of the viral outbreak."
"Never thought I'd end up meeting another Raccoon City survivor. My first day on the task force was when the infected attacked."
"What a memorable day for you." Leon looked around Savannah outside the door.
"I take it you're alone." Savannah raised a brow then laughed.
"What'd give you that idea? The fact that no one is with me? Or the fact that you and I are alone?"
"Just an observation. How about you and I head to Los Angeles together?" he suggested, "Last I heard the prison hasn't been infiltrated by the infected yet. Then maybe we can look for Arcadia."
"What is Arcadia? The convoy I left is on their way, but I had no interest in finding out," she sighed placing her Desert Eagle back in its respective holster, "I just wanted to get away before I found another reason to stay."
"If you agree to let me leave with you, I will explain." Savannah moved out of the way of the door. Leon smirked as he passed by the petite brunette, "So, how are we getting to L.A.?"
"By vehicle of course," Savannah pointed to the black Ford F-150, "Did you expect to walk there?" They got into the truck readying themselves for the drive to L.A., and the unexpected obstacles that comes their way.
"So, tell me about this Arcadia." Savannah said wanting to know more as she drove along the dark streets of California.
"A radio broadcast has been playing for over a month now announcing that there is somewhere free of infection. Keeps saying there is safe passage, but thing is, we don't get the location," he explained.
"Well, why send out a broadcast of protection if you're not going to tell the people where to find this so called protection?" Leon shrugged lazily.
"I don't know, but I am hoping to find someone I know on there."
"A girlfriend?" Savannah asked stealing a quick glance at the mysterious man.
"Well, she's a friend and she's a girl, but not my 'girlfriend' per say." Savannah nodded not pressing for further details. She knew that if Leon wanted to say something about it he would, but she still was just a stranger to him.
"Who are hoping to find in L.A?"
"Someone important to me. I really don't have much hope at all in finding him."
"Then why are you risking your safety to travel to Las Angeles alone?" Savannah looked over at Leon. He had his eyes closed, arms crossed behind his head, and a smirk plastered on his face, "If you had no hope at all in finding him, then you wouldn't have left whomever you were within the first place, so you do have hope in finding him."
Savannah let the information seep in her thoughts. As she thought about the words Leon just shared, she figured out that he was right. In all the chaos around, and the many survivors that had died she knew Chris was a trained professional, and could take care of himself.
'Leon is right though,' she thought as she looked around the darkened skies, and seeing the dead bodies that littered the earth, 'why would I separate myself from the others if I had no hope of finding Chris?'
"You've gotta point, Leon. I think you're the only person that actually..." she stopped, trying to find the right word.
"Understands? Yeah, but hey let's not dwell." Leon offered a smile, "If you want I can take over driving. Just pull over." Savannah gave a nod doing as requested. As soon as Leon started his drive, Savannah let sleep take over her.
"Hey, Savannah, wake up." she heard as someone was nudging her awake. She opened her eyes slowly to see tall buildings still smoking from recent destruction.
"Wow. The deserts are more comforting than this." as they drove deeper into the city the infected increased in quantity, "Stop!" she demanded looking closely at the infected that were scattered around the streets, "That's the prison. That's where we need to go." Leon looked over to her, eyebrow raised in question.
"And you plan on us getting in there how?"
"There's a CB Radio. I'll try and get a hold of someone, you on the other hand," she turned around to the back of the truck grabbing a large case, "will be using this." she finished pulling out a Barrett 99-A1 rifle.
"And do you want me to get killed trying to do this?"
"Climb out of the back window, and get on top of the truck. Snipe 'em as we go. If I contact someone I'll give you more instructions."
"Thank God I was trained to do this shit. You're fucking crazy you know that right?"
"Just trust me."
Leon opened the back window of the truck climbing into the bed, and then to the top. Savannah set up the radio hoping the radio wave she was picking up would go through, "If any survivors can hear this please answer back." She repeated it may times as she drove slowly trying to prolong the drive to the prison. "If any survi-" she repeated again but was interrupted.
"My name is Luther. We are survivors in the L.A prison. The walls are impenetrable, and we have a great supply of food," the male voice answered back.
"Yo, Leon, we have survivors here!" She yelled out the window. The sound of the rifle firing was heard before Leon answered.
"Where at?"
"The prison," she answered him then grabbed the CB Radio again; "We are traveling by vehicle. Is there any way for us to get in without letting the infected infiltrate the building?"
"There is an entrance gate that we can help you get over, and then we can blow up the vehicle to lessen our chances of the infected getting in the same way."
"Sounds like a plan. We are five minutes away from the gates. Be ready when we get there."
"You ready, girl? This is gonna be a bit out of your expertise." Leon shouted.
"Ready as ever. Hold on though." Savannah pushed the accelerator speeding towards the large gates that were in sight. She saw a tall black, bald man and a few other males standing beside him.
"Pull right up to the gate, and I want you two to start climbing up."
"How about we park away from the gates, and jump to it, and climb up. Even if you do blow up the truck the frame will still be there, and the infected could still get over." Leon suggested.
Savannah did exactly as Leon said, and quickly put the truck in park and climbed out the back window. Standing next to Leon she nodded towards him in a meaning that she was ready to jump.
"You go first, Savannah. I can shoot them off you if anything happens."
"Alright."
She started a sprint, and jumped with her arms out ready to grab hold of the chain link metal. When she collided with the cold metal it barely moved sending more of the impact on her. Climbing up the tall gates an infected grabbed her leg pulling her down, and then another grabbed her other leg.
"Leon, this would be the time to start shooting!"
A shot was heard from in front of her, and she looked to see Luther holding a handgun. Savannah started climbing over, and dropped to the ground. Pulling out her Desert Eagle, she aimed it at the approaching infected, so Leon could get over without difficulty. She shot five different infected, and Luther taking the other side. Leon jumped over landing effortlessly on his feet. He walked over to Luther sticking his hand out.
"Name's Leon Kennedy."
Luther accepted the extended hand. "Luther West," he turned to Savannah as she holstered her gun.
"Savannah Roberts. So, you play any basketball in this place?" Luther laughed as he let her pass by.
"Nah. Would be a great addition though."
"So, where is the food? Haven't eaten in a day."
"Follow me. Crystal should be down in the cells making some grub." Luther led them into the prison. He grabbed a torch lighting it on fire as they entered.
"So, how many people are you harboring here?"
"There's six of us here, but one of them we're not too sure about?"
"Why not?"
"He's dangerous. Keeps telling us he was here before the infection spread. Knew the origins of the virus, and that he knew a way out of here." Savannah's eyes got wide as she heard this news. She didn't know anyone else from Chris's force going to L.A with him. The chances of anyone else from Raccoon City being here was just impossible.
"Can I meet him?" Luther looked down at the petite brunette whom just kept walking without a falter in her pace.
"Did you not just hear me tell you that he was dangerous?"
"No, I heard you, but see I am also a survivor of Raccoon City. That's the origin of the viral outbreak." She looked back to him with a soft smile. Luther let out a sigh running a hand over his head.
"He is down by the cells, so I guess you can meet him."
'Was it really this easy to find Chris? What will he do? What will I do' Savannah had no idea hows he would react if Chris was there. She thought that h would panic or faint, but her biggest dilemma was what would Chris do once he laid eyes upon her.
"Here we are, Savannah." He walked up her to a holding cell in the middle of the room. It was dark and she couldn't make out who was in the cell. She tried hard to find out.
"Is there something I can help you with, Luth?"
And there it was the voice she had been waiting to hear for almost three years. Just the sound of his rough voice washed relief through her. Savannah knew that he was safe, that she could touch him again. Though the world was not so dream-able, she felt as if her dreams were coming true. Her thoughts fluttered around her head as she stepped closer to the cell hearing the heavy steps getting closer. She could picture herself and Chris back at their apartment years ago happy as any couple could be. They were so in love, and now? She couldn't know if Chris had been thinking of her as vigorously as her.
'Does he even have the picture of him and I? Had he lost so much hope that he tried to forget about me?'
"Are you seriously letting her meet this guy? What if he tries to kill her." said an unknown voice from behind Savannah and Luther snapping the green eyed woman out of her trance. She turned around just as the man in the cell approached to the side she was at.
"Sorry, this is Bennett; he's not quite keen on our hostage."
"I don't see anyone parading around asking us to let him go." the unruly black haired man said.
"We'll see about that." Savannah finished spinning around to meet with the bluest pair of eyes that scanned over her over and over. Those eyes were able to read her like a book.
"Savannah?" she let out a small laugh, letting the tears that built up fall down her cheeks, "I can't believe...What about, Claire?" his voice filled with panic for a sheer moment. He had found his lover, but he didn't want to find out that his sister had died.
"I left a few months ago from the convoy. She was with a lot of people that were trained to fight. When I left they were on their way to Arcadia." he breathed out loudly letting his head fall.
"God, Savannah, you have no idea how relieved I am that you're safe." he reached his hand out, and Savannah grabbed onto it.
He kept his grip tighter on her hand not wanting to let go. He had been away from her for so long it seemed as though he had forgotten what her small, soft hands felt like in his large, calloused ones. Her touch alone brought back many emotions that he hadn't felt since their departure in Raccoon City. He couldn't wait to draw her firm figure in his arms, and kiss those soft, supple lips he had missed feeling.
"You and me both, Chris." she smiled leaning down to their hands placing a kiss on his.
"So, you actually know the guy?" Luther asked.
"She can't be fucking trusted, Luther!" Bennett yelled out.
"I agree with him, Luther. Angel and I were both discussing it. If she knows this guy, then she could also be working with Umbrella. They're trying to spread the damn infection."
Panic rose in Savannah's thoughts. She looked around for Leon not seeing him anywhere.
"If you're looking for blondy, he's already been taken care of, doll." Bennett smiled.
"Don't you fucking touch her!" Chris yelled out as Luther grabbed Savannah by the waist. Bennett quickly unlocked the holding cell. Angel ran in kneeing Chris in the stomach. Luther shoved Savannah in then locked the door back.
"Are you fucking kidding me assholes?"Savannah yelled.
"Sorry, but Bennett's right. We don't know if you are working for Umbrella. He was, and you're his girl apparently, so therefore you know exactly what is going on here." Savannah punched the plexiglass looking back at Chris.
"Didn't think our reunion would be this violent." he smirked walking over to her, "but that's ok." he pulled her in his arms placing a kiss on her forehead. It seemed like a little piece of heaven to both Chris and Savannah as they stood I each other's arms, even if they were locked up in a cell with no way out.
So I wasn't that satisfied with this chapter. I rushed a little too much to get it done and my Beta (LostVanity) was probably like what the hell is she writing. Hahaha. If it satisfied you review if not review and tell me what you think is missing. Til Next time
Brittany