"I…,"
"I… I…,"
"I'll never-"
Day 1
3:45 PM
15 miles from Atlanta:
I found myself in complete darkness. It wasn't blindness from a defect—I could see, yet I couldn't make sense of what surrounded me. Suddenly, a ray of light pierced through, blinding me once more, this time with its intensity. Pain surged through my body, jolting me awake. As I opened my eyes, the world remained blurred. Slowly, my vision cleared, revealing that I was lying on asphalt, a car stopped in front of me, blocking my view.
Ugh! Shouldn't have gone to the bar I groaned, my eyes squinted, the sun was too bright, I pushed against the asphalt with my elbow to sit up, finding myself surrounded by abandoned and broken-down cars that looked old, not in the sense of their condition but in design as if they had been sitting here since early 2000's, boxy sedans, bulky SUV's, seemingly untouched, excluding the smoke that was coming out of them or the blood splatted on their hoods and cracked windshields.
I stood up, feeling taller than ever, my body ached, sensing a strange pull on my shoulder and back, I looked down at myself, finding a shoulder harness attached to me, with a pistol on one side, and on the other were two mags, I unholstered the gun, its weight and shape felt familiar to my hands, 'I've never held a gun before, then what's this?' I asked myself. Suddenly, I noticed my hands, which were naked from the elbow down, due to my dark blue shirt's cuffs being folded up, however, that wasn't the concern. The concern was the unfamiliar fingers and length of my hands that caught my attention.
The Samurai Edge was still in my ha—Samurai Edge? I wondered as the name entered my mind, with no answer. I limped toward one of the cars because my whole body was in pain as if I had fallen from a great height. I pulled the side mirror toward my face, which revealed a strangely young, handsome, and cunning face with blonde hair and amber eyes that seemed to glow orange in the sunlight.
'Albert Wesker!' the name flashed in the back of my mind, my back straightened in attention and fright that lasted only a second, Fuck. I'm in Resident Evil and as Wesker! I looked around. And some type of virus is already loose, I thought, looking at the deserted town.
I need to figure out where I am, quickly. I crouched down. This better not be Raccoon City, I hoped, since I couldn't feel any powers the original Wesker had. However, my hands were pretty steady for the situation I was in. I picked up the shades that lay near where I had been and put them on; my eyes were quite sensitive to sunlight, I noted, and quietly made my way to a house and invited myself in through the side gate that led to the backyard.
Walking further into the backyard, I saw a small pool—cleaner than I had expected. On the left was a large tree with a small tree house above. On that same tree was a swing made with a tire. I recognized the house instantly. "The Walking Dead?" I muttered in a low and heavy voice that was strange to me.
It was Clementine's house. I walked inside by opening the glass door, my gun drawn, for I knew how to use it, even with no prior knowledge. I found the house in ruins as if three or more people just fought, My gaze lingered on the dried pool of blood on the kitchen floor. Dried? Before I could ponder on it further, the answering machine began to beep continuously, I quickly stepped forward to turn it off by removing it from the outlet, 'The town still has electricity,' I noted and looked around the house for Sandra, Clem's babysitter, and I did find her, with a hammer in her head on the kitchen floor leaning against the cabinets.
'Everett did this?' I wondered, 'Did I miss them?' thinking about Lee and Clementine already being on their way to Hershel's farm.
Her body had rotted. 'Isn't this 3 days in the outbreak? Why is the body already rotting?' I wondered, and pulled the hammer out of her skull, spraying blood and brain matter everywhere if there wasn't already.
The gore of it all didn't seem to affect me. 'Is this muscle memory? Or subconscious assimilation?' I asked myself.
"Kssh! He-hey! Kssh!"
My thoughts were interrupted when I heard a static noise coming from one of the drawers, stepping forward, I pulled it and found a walkie-talkie sitting inside, I picked it up and looked out the kitchen window toward the treehouse expecting Clem to peak out any second.
Pressing the red button on the side of the walkie-talkie, "Hey, who's this?" I whispered, "Kssh! My name's Clementine. You're in my house, Kssh!" She replied, her voice weak and dry.
"Where are you?" I asked, waiting for a reply. I turned on the tap to drink some water. "Kssh! I am upstairs! Kssh!" I coughed, noticing the voice sounded of a teen and not a kid, "Did you do this?" I asked her, looking at the dead walker slumped beside me. I ran the tap again and let the water run on the bloodied hammer.
"Y-Yeah, s-she became like them, I-I had to." Her voice cracked, not because of the talkie but the emotional turmoil she was in.
"Hey, calm down, they aren't human… not anymore," I tried to calm her down, but then I heard her start crying and turning off her walkie talkie, I sighed, grabbed a paper towel from the upper cabinet, dried the hammer, and walked inside the living room, with my gun holstered and the hammer in hand, so I don't make much noise when killing something or someone.
I found the stairs leading upstairs blocked by a bookshelf, I pulled the shelf up with ease and climbed the stairs quietly, there was only one room above, "Hey, kid, we need to get out of here," I said leaning against the wall next to the door, loud enough for her to hear me, startled by the sudden voice at her room's door, she panicked for a second but soon calmed herself.
After waiting a few seconds, the door opened, revealing a 16-17-year-old petite girl standing at 5,4, with warm brown skin and dark brown curly unkempt hair. Her skin was pale, her lips dry and chapped, probably dehydrated.
She smelled as if she hadn't taken a shower in a long while. My eyes wandered into the room. The room had no light on so as to not attract the walkers. 'She's pretty smart,' to take notice of their behavior so quickly, her intelligence was commendable.
"Hey, kid-" I couldn't complete my words as she quickly hugged me as tightly as she could with that weak body of hers. I exhaled, putting my hand over her head that barely reached my chest.
"Where are your parents?" I asked her. The question was not the best to ask someone whose head was in chaos. She held me tighter, not saying a word.
I stood still, letting her sob and stain my dark gray blazer with tears and snot, which made my eyes twitch. Soon, she backed away and looked up, "You should take a shower," I mocked her by grabbing my nose, trying to ease the tense situation.
Suddenly, she chuckled wiping her tears and nodded, "We should get out of here as soon as possible," I said to her, and she was hesitant at first but nodded nonetheless.
I headed back down after telling her to take a shower, because he might not come across a place again that has water, downstairs I began to search the house for anything important to take, and thought of the circumstances I was in… the thought that all this was just a dream still lingered in my mind, but I'm not stupid enough to shoot myself and check if I'll wake up or not.
And before anything, I need to get this snot off my blazer.
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