Resident Evil: Dead Awakening
Desires
I lifted my gun swiftly from my holster and gripped the trigger swiftly preparing to fire, in that same moment Sheva threw herself out of my aim and pointed the assault rifle back at my head. Within seconds we were both armed and unsure of the reason why.
"How do you know my name, and why are you after my sister?" I turned to face her allowing the gun to brush against the side of my skull.
"I was sent here by the BSAA; your sister has been seen dealing with terrorists and Ada Wong. As Ada Wong is supposedly the cause behind the attacks in China and Edonia, I had to hunt down Ava for answers." Sheva's eyes were drained of any humour, only threat and caution lingered there now.
"How my sister could be associating with Ada Wong is beyond me, she hasn't been seen in months now. I want proof," I watched as Sheva began digging around in her pocket never releasing her gaze from mine, finally with a little struggle she pulled out her PDA and found the data I needed.
Right before my eyes was Ada Wong and Ava stood beside each other, small smirks placed upon their lips. I took in the image once more and began wondering about everything Ada had been saying, had she planned for my plane to crash? Were those people working on her side?
If she was working with Ava, why didn't she tell me? How could she do this me?
"I want to find her with you," for a moment I allowed my gun to fall to my side and then I tucked it back away in the holster strapped to my thigh, a second or two later Sheva did the same. All threats left behind in the previous moment, now the only task that was important was finding my sister and finding out the truth.
"What leads do you have?" I stood in a calmer stance and Sheva signalled for me to go to the room she had obviously been staying in before I came barging in.
"Well, there isn't much. Your sister knows how to cover her tracks, and well. We have suspicions that she may have been the one to launch the terrorist attack on London, it's now gone wide. The whole of the United Kingdom is turning, at a quicker rate than the BSAA thought was possible." Her words rung through my ears as I listened intently, knowing that the person was my sister the one who I was trying to save from the horrors that lay before her. To think, she could have been the one to cause them threw me.
"All right, where will you be heading to next?" Sheva began walking away from me swiftly signalling for me follow closely, her gun was firmly in her grip as was mine.
"I've been locking down the building to send survivors this way, but there hasn't been any. My next move is to head to the roof and scout out the route ahead, I don't want to leave blind."
Her words were honest and proved she was prepared to plan every second of this plan before going through with the next step. She had sense, more than my dear sister clearly had.
"Okay, we have to do this as quickly as possible so we can get moving," her brief nod was enough to let me know she was listening.
"Sorry about your sister, I know it isn't the greatest of news. I just hope we can resolve this problem once and for all." I felt the pain in her words along with the sincerity. As we finally crawled up the last few stairs we managed to find the open door that lead to the roof, our steps barely made a sound it wasn't until we began creeping onto the roof that the realisation hit us, there was two zombies up here with us.
They were already dead and had the bullet holes to prove their final death.
"There has to be a sniper, get down!" I obeyed knowing better than to battle against her now; this person clearly had a good shot.
"What are we going to do, we have to find them?" I took a chance to glance at her face to see it consumed in worry and confusion, her thoughts were running through her mind quicker than she could keep hold on, and finally she crept to the far wall that overlooked the street below us and allowed her gun to slide along the wall, she used her scope to begin looking along the roofs for any sign of a sniper.
"There's a door open, it's the building opposite us. I believe their there." I allowed myself a quick glance to see what she was going on about, only to be fooled into looking down at the streets of London. The life of London had died the moment the bomb had struck, destroying every soul that once called this place home. Bodies laid scattered and torn, blood soaking different sections of the street along with gunshot wounds and zombie attacks.
I could feel myself freezing up once more, until I heard the gun shot. I took a deep breath to realise I had been thrown to the floor, Sheva crouching over me protectively, and then she checked my arm. The slice the bullet had made was bleeding gently, an unusual sight.
"Are you all right?" I could hear her, but my words seemed unreassuringly weak.
"I'm fine, honest. It's barely a scratch. Is it the sniper?" she did a swift nod and passed me a bandage and allowed me to tend to my own wound. Her eyes flicked back the wall and she allowed herself a moment to check out the scene that lay before us. The sniper had taken place against the wall once more, being a look out for whoever he was with. It wasn't until a moment later that Sheva pulled the trigger; the gunshot was loud and forced its way through my ears.
The cry out of pain was a split second later, and before we knew it, yells were coming from the building. The sniper was crying out in pain along with his friends.
"We have to go, there heading this way." Sheva scouted down quickly catching glimpse of three men running this way, guns firmly gripped in their hands.
I felt the adrenaline race through my veins giving me the extra boost I needed to get away from the fight that could be happening moments from now, I followed swiftly behind Sheva as we began making our way down the stairs toward the closest floor only to see the men making their way up as well.
"Quick Sheva, go to floor 8 we can hide in a room." With hushed tones she listened intently and ran through the door, there was corridor after corridor to choose from and we choose two rooms not far from each other to hide in. As she turned off to nodded at me wishing me luck, and for a moment I could feel her reassurance rush over me.
I slid into the room hearing the men galloping up the stairs was an uneasy sound, but the lack of hiding space was a far worse situation.
I crept towards the wardrobe and backed away slowly inside, the sounds were muffled but I could still catch a sound here and there of them making their way through the door to the 8th floor knowing without silence I would surely be caught.
I closed my eyes and slowed my breathing, allowing the moment to wash over me. Focus. I allowed the door to be opened a crack, just enough to glimpse at anyone who entered the room. My mind raced with possibilities of who they could be and why they would race so desperately after us, surely they can understand the aspect of protection and payback.
I could hear their footsteps walk slowly along the pathway and for a moment a shaded man stood in my door way gun aiming for us, but coming up blank. He stayed firmly still for a moment, listening for myself, holding my breath he soon vanished and began walking along the hall, it wasn't until they were a couple of doors away I allowed myself a moment to take a breath. I moved to grasp hold of my knife to turn and face a blood soaked mouth aiming in my direction, the silent snarls of the zombie launching itself at me within a cupboard threw me off guard.
The scream bellowed from my throat and in the same second I threw myself from the wardrobe and jumped to my feet with one swift movement, as the zombie began his decent I grasped hold of my knife and with one quick movement plunged the blade deep in the brain of the zombie that lay before me.
His snarls ended and then I focused, I pushed myself out of the room and with the help of Sheva her smoke grenade went off just in time to allow me to leave, Sheva swiftly moved away from me leading two of the men away, leaving only one to tackle down. With the man in sights I crept up close behind him, cracking him in the back of the knees forcing him to buckle over in pain and panic I used every ounce of my force to throw him to the ground and before he could tackle back his arms were trapped beneath my legs pinning him down whilst my blade sat firmly on his neck, the moment he realised what had happened he'd stopped fighting, with a split second I grabbed my gun and held it to his temple.
The man's breathing was harsh and catching in his throat whilst the gun pressed firmly into his temple, for a moment I felt the need to speak only to have the fog slowly evaporate from around us.
The crushing feeling washed through me, had this been planned from the start, was this merely a coincidence?
"Chris, what the hell?" I pushed myself back slightly allowing his arms freedom, as he pushed himself up from the ground his hand grasped the gun and knife and pulled them away from his throat and temple, leaving me speechless he sat forward with urgency present in his eyes.
I felt the rush of adrenaline push through me, he was so close. He didn't speak a word but his eyes were speaking plenty, I dropped my weapons feeling my body gradually shut down.
"How are you even here, you were in China?" his eyes locked tight with mine and his lips drew together in a tight line. Heat overwhelmed his whole body, his uniform dirty and torn slightly.
"I got given a new mission. Kayla? How the hell are you here?" I watched as his lips lingered open not quite touching, he was so close; the atmosphere that surrounded him began playing on my mind. I was lost in him and each moment with him I found myself losing any will to fight.
"I'm looking for my sister, Chris, I thought," my words lost all meaning as my hand traced his cheek taking in each inch of him, my eyes firmly locked with his. For a moment I realised I was still sat on his lap, and how he was slowly closing the gap between us. Chris' lips lingered near my own his warm breath touching my lips ever so lightly, the need and want that was consuming me was driving me insane.
"What is this?" each word I spoke sounded weak and caught in my throat.
"Want, need, Kayla what the hell are you doing to me?" I so badly wanted to respond with my lips locked on his, but our moment was broken.
"Kayla, are you okay?" Sheva's voice rang through the moment, cracking it piece by piece. I turned to face her with a nod of reassurance, to have Chris help me up from his lap along with handing me my gun. As he handed over my knife I felt his finger trace along mine and I caught his eyes for a brief second, and then turned to face Sheva.
"I'm fine honestly, just a misunderstanding, are you okay?" I turned away from Chris whilst I spoke doing my best to block him from my mind, but failing every second. I was waiting patiently for Sheva's reply only to see her eyes lock on Chris and slowly run up and down his whole frame.
I felt the heat radiate through me, a protective feeling began consuming me.
"Chris? I can't believe it! It's been too long," I watched intently as Sheva threw herself at Chris, locking her body around him in a bear hug, I was shocked to watch him respond so swiftly hugging her back briefly, whilst his eyes stayed firmly locked with mine.
"Hey, what are you doing in London?" a smile I hadn't seen before began lingering on his lips, and for a moment I felt the way he was with me wasn't genuine, but disgust.
"I've been sent on a mission to find Ava Morgan," before she could finish, Chris' eyes flickered in my direction at the sound of my surname.
"Kayla's sister?" a small nod from Sheva gave him all the information he needed.
"Kayla, why exactly are you trying to find your sister?" Chris moved around Sheva and took a few steps until he was directly in front of me, his eyes filled with curiosity and need.
I glanced up at his tall frame and felt my heart race; I turned away from him swiftly and began walking away.
"That's my business Chris, and its family business." I continued to walk away feeling the urgency of leaving this place consumed me, I had to leave now.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?" it didn't take him long to catch up to me, his hand grasped tightly around my arm stopping me from moving any further.
"Tell me what I need to know Kayla, why are you trying to find Ava?" watching his muscles tense with every movement he made, made me weak at the knees but knowing he was in 'soldier mode' wasn't a good sign. There wasn't any sign of care or compassion, just a desperate need for information.
"Because I'm terrified for her Chris, I need to know she's okay and that everything she's done so far is an accident and that she doesn't want the world to end like this. I just want to know my sister is still somewhere inside of her." My emotions were pouring from my heart; I just needed him to understand.