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Resident Evil: Guardian
Chapter 2
"Where Am I?"
It's not like I'm walking alone into the valley of the shadow of death
Stand beside one another, 'cause it ain't over yet
I'd be willing to bet that if we don't back down
You and I will be the ones that are holding our ground in the end
When it's over, we can say, "Well done"
But not yet, 'cause it's only begun
So, pick up, and follow me, we're the only ones
To fight this thing, until we've won
We drive on and don't look back
It doesn't mean we can't learn from our past
All the things that we might've done wrong
We could've been doing this all along
Everybody, with your fists raised high
Let me hear your battle cry tonight
Stand beside, or step aside
Apart of the frontline
Pillar - "Frontline"
Am I dead?
I can't feel anything.
I must be. No one could have survived that.
Whoa, heaven sure is quite.
And…smells a lot like shit and ball sweat.
Oh no! I must have gone to the other side!
Wait…my eyes are still closed.
Which means that I'm still alive!
Alive…with the undead.
Crap.
Lets see, Zombies or Hell? Zombies or Hell?
Zombies?
Hell?
I'd rather take the latter.
Burning for all eternity sound so much more dignifying that being eaten alive.
When I open my eyes, I'm greeted with plenty of destruction. Whatever those explosions were, they caused the sewer to collapse in on itself.
A small ray of sunlight meets my eyes, it comes from a crack in the rubble and shows that the sun is out and shining on the surface.
The warmth feels good, now the question is how do I get up there?
Mobility. I suddenly come to the realization that I just might be paralyzed. And the chances of that are rather high since there's rubble covering my body, something must have broken my spine. And if that's the case, I'll be down here for awhile, until dehydration kills me.
Or some lucky zombie finds me down here.
Shit. I'm in one hell of a predicament here, aren't I?
Well, there's only on way to know for sure.
I tried to move my fingers and success! They twitch, and I am rewarded with a lance of pain which quickly spreads throughout my body.
Holy Shit! So much fucking pain! Never before in my life have I felt something like this!
I release a moan, or more like a croak out of pain. Which causes my throat to burn and flare as if I just gargled with a highly corrosive acid.
Oh My God! Please make it go away! Please!
The pain is so intense that I nearly pass out.
Wait…that's it.
I take a deep breathe of polluted sewer air, which causes even more horrible suffering.
And then with a jolt, I force my body to sit upright.
JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!
Pain. All-enveloping pain. Lots of it.
I've been biting my lip this entire time, and through all of this pain, I can still feel drops of blood oozing down my chin.
My body is trembling uncontrollably which is just making it worst. My bones feel as if they are being grinded into dust and my muscles, my muscles are on fire, being burned at the stake.
Fuck!
But then god answers my prayers. My vision begins to fade to black
And the all the pain, all of it, every single last ounce, just goes away.
Phew, glad that's over…
I wake with jerk, and find myself in the same destroyed, putrid smelling sewer I fell into unconsciousness in. I slowly and cautiously, move my fingers.
And once again, there is pain.
But unlike before, its actually bearable this time.
With a grunt, I'm able to sit upright and fully survey my surroundings.
The place is a mess, rubble covers the entire area and there are multiple broken pipes breaking through the walls and ceilings. But there's some hope in the fact that there are beams of sunlight coming forth from cracks in the broken ceiling.
I glance down at my body to see nothing really serious, no impossibility heavy pieces of rubble trapping me to the ground, no iron bars stabbing through my chest, nothing but broken chunks of concrete covering me from head to toe. Probably the worst injury I got is a dislocated shoulder, or a broken rib.
Good, I get a break for once.
Incase you didn't realize it, that was sarcasm.
Anyways, my equipment is whole other story, my medical kit is spread all around the place, contaminated by the sewer water. Flashlight is busted. Helmet's gone. Same with my bag of MRE's and canteen.
To bad too, I'm kinda hungry.
At least my ammo is good, grenades are fine, pistol is in the holster and my rifle is sticking out of a pile of rubble.
I really hope it's still functional.
I crawl over to the pile and begin digging it out, in a minute, I succeed and start checking it for damages.
The M16A2 service rifle is a great weapon, fits comfortably, high stopping power, accurate, long range and with the addition of my M203 grenade launcher, one fearsome little bastard.
Lucky for me, it's not just deadly, it's durable. The rifle looks fine but I won't know for sure until I test the firing, and I ain't gonna do that down here. The sound will attract every zombie for a mile out.
That is considering anything is left out there, since that was kinda a huge explosion.
I wonder just what they used. Was it a nuke?
No, no couldn't be. I would have been incinerated, a mere sewer drain wasn't gonna stop a weapon equal to two megatons of TNT. So that was crossed out.
Was it C4? Stupid question, I would have noticed engineers setting them up.
Saturation fire? Yeah, Most likely. Airforce carpet bombing every square inch of land.
But then, why did they drop it on their own troops? There were still plenty of us alive down here. They knew that, right?
No, no they couldn't have, they wouldn't have sacrificed all of us, they had no clue we were still alive…couldn't have...
Screw it, no need moping around about something I'll probably never know. I gotta get topside.
I've got my survival to worry about.
I really, really hate the friggin sewer.
It's dark, cold, smells horrid, and there's an eerie, nerve reckoning echo every two minutes.
But even though I hear something, there's nothingness. This sewer is completely empty!
I'm real confused that I haven't seen a single living soul…or undead ghoul, for my entire time down here.
Don't get me wrong, I'm extremely glad that there's not a single zombie down here. But what happened to all the other animals and creepy crawlies that live down here?
No mice, rats, dogs, cats, spiders, hell! Not even a single alligator.
So disappointing.
But yeah, what happened to all the sewer creeps? It's as if they knew the end was near, so they all packed up and ran off, or else they be devoured.
Devoured.
Eaten.
Eat.
…Meal
…Food…
Jesus Christ, I just realized I have a horrible case of the munchies. Seriously, I 'm friggin starving. I haven't eaten for two days, and I've gone through an entire war zone.
I'm really regretting not having that breakfast bar before we left the base.
Now I really wish there was a small animal in the sewer with me.
And yes, I am that desperate.
I've been walking through the un-collapsed section of the sewer for a little less than an hour before more beams of sun shone down from the ceiling.
Wait…is-is that a…
Oh thank you lord! A manhole!
I started climbing in a rush, excited to reach the surface and feel the warm, soothing sunlight beating down on my face.
I had almost reached the top before I remembered to keep quite or else I'll be swarmed by an ocean of hungry bodies.
Luckily I was able to keep my mouth shut as I gripped the manhole cover and pushed it out of the way…
Allowing me to stare blankly at the fiery hell that stood before me.
Whoo, Chapter 2, i'm on a roll!
R&R please
-Tomato