I do not own the rights to Resident Evil 8, but this is a bit of a test of the waters for something a little more mature. If things get a little... gory and intense, it's basically not going to be PG or PG-13, but might wind up being 18. For now, we'll wait and see.

The night air was freezing cold, but it was pitch black outside. A car pulled up to a fence, and a passenger stepped out and Stretch he was about Average height of 5'7 but leaning built but not buff but his face bore the smalle scars with a small but nasty scar that ran lest then a inch long as it was at the borderline from his hair line he was dressed in all black and gray wenter Claoths. The driver held his hand out and spoke in Romanian. The passenger paid him, and as he got his gear out of the back seat, the passenger walked away. The driver quickly drove off.

I am almost there.

the man said as he gently and carefully crawled through the barbed wire fences without incident. He was going by memory and satellite imagery. he then looked at his watch and said

two hours before sun raise and they will be out and about even her

An hour later In a room lighted by a fireplace as a extremely large bed and bundle of blankets stirs as a hand reached for a bell rope and pulled it once's twice thrice

And some where else in a room surrounded by antique hand crafted dolls as a raven hair woman lay asleep as she slowly open the one good eye

Some where in a cave a sound of tv static was heard as well labored breathing a desfigured and deform form slump agaist the wall as he started to stir and turn off his tv

mean while in a hot noisey factory as a man who looked like a Hobo showman who was looking at a bord with Hatred burning behind his sun glasses

somewhere in a out dated lab a dirty blond women was sleeping with a tone of notes and Research at one side as slowly whispered in her sleep the name of her long gone daughter

(back to our unknown man)

as he kept moving he kept a watchfull eye out for whats lark in the dark for he knows what is in the darkness he thought of something

" i'm not afraid of the dark i'm afraid of whats in it"

he mouthed but not dearing to say a word as he Continued to walk in the dark a mile in he looked at his watch he looked back at the dead ravens but there was on still alive but it was in pain and barely alive and hanging up side down he did the only thing that he had to do he put it down and cut the other down

Moments later as he made it to the outer edge of the village and set up a small temporary camp and set up a fire to warm his self up he looked at his watch and thought to his self

"Half an hour to go but it been 21 years since the four of them saved my hide now it's time to repay the favor and visit for awhile before moving on"

Two hours later after he cleaned up his camp and put out the fire like a pro and waited until he new the ambers was dead before he started to moved on through the village he saw a few of them giving him different looks some curious some dirty

while others just pretended he wasn't there while others just watched him from a distance as he continue walked towards the castle

as he heard someone walking up behind him he smiled a cuban cigar and motor oil and bit of blood before a searing pain on the back of the head as lights went out

Authors notes so far so good what do you guys think I know everything is kind of strange I feel like at it but there's a method to my story here soon you will know for sure when I'm trying to send this note but just enjoy and stay tune to the next chapter