Resident Evil 5 story. Yay! I adored this game thoroughly, so I figured I would write up a story for it. Whether or not it is ongoing will be based on the popularity or review of it. Simply, if I get only one review for this in about…two weeks or so, I'm probably not going to continue. Don't want to waste time on something no one reads, right? Now, to rule out any uncertainties, I'm not doing this because I only care about reviews. I don't. I like writing it, but I write for more than just myself! What people want is what I intend to satisfy, and without an audience to present it to, it feels like I'm just reading to myself. Not my definition of entertaining because I want to write to give people something to do. So, keep that in mind.
Also, the usual notes: Resident Evil and its characters belong to Capcom and not me.
**This story is based on the actual game, but after the introduction (you'll know when the introduction ends) I would have created my own setting/etc. Plot will be around finding Wesker and Jill, but different things will happen to get there. A few flashbacks/etc. will have been derived from the game to bring it that 'Resident Evil 5' feeling. Basically: Same plot, different way to get there && the story focused on Chris' relationship with Sheva.
Chapter 1: Trapped
The Humvee was shaking slightly, the sound of its contents bumping into one another as the BSAA member swung the door open, climbing out of it slowly. The trip here was long, hot and weary- terribly boring and aching to say the least. To say that Chris Redfield wanted to just lay down in bed and take a small break wasn't enough to express his need for a little 'alone' time. The looks he was given from the natives of the small town wasn't really helping with his unsettling feeling either with their eyes as sharp as a blade- critical and dangerous. To be honest, Chris wasn't expecting that much of a welcome nonetheless one that made the hairs on the back of his neck prickle. Turning around, he assumed it was best not to pay the people any attention, working his way to the back seat's car to go rummage for later supplies or necessities.
"Welcome to Africa!" A voice came from behind him- soft, sweet and definitely that that belonged to a female. The accent wasn't what he expected to be the drawl of an African, not to say that it was a racist thought or anything of the sort, but it really did sound oddly British. "My name is Sheva Alomar." Backing up from the confines of his car, Chris turned to survey the image of the woman in front of him. Pretty, actually, just right on gorgeous. Her skin shone brightly, eyes light and warm, the rays of the sun casting an even layer of light over her small, curvy frame. Chris smiled slightly as Sheva held her hand out, grasping it gingerly and taking up on the gesture.
"Your name proceeds you, Mister Redfield. It will be a pleasure."
Chris tilted his head just a bit. She was taut, very much in shape, but...she couldn't possibly be his new 'partner', could she? "Sheva...are you my new-"
She shook her head before replying "Yes", hands on her hips, staring diligently up at the man. "What seems to be the problem? You seem slightly caught off guard." Sheva was a bit on the suspicious side now, tone beginning to swell up in severity and Chris hastily realized why.
"No! No...it's not that I'd rather work with a guy, I just...you-" The image of Jill rushed back in his mind, and quickly, the man had to draw his words back, a hurt expression on his face. His new partner caught the look and withdrew, reaching up and patting him slightly on the back.
"I'm sorry. I didn't think it was personal, Mr. Redfield."
"It's just Chris...thanks." A small laugh escaped his throat.
"Chris, then. Look, I don't want to seem rude and rush things off so quickly, but we better get moving." Redfield looked down at her, studying that color in her eyes that was surely captivating him, dulling her words. "Just follow me, okay?" By the time she spun around with the click of a heel, the agent realized he was obviously not paying that much attention to the real reason why he was here (shame on him, really) and sought to catch up with her. Not that hard, her strides were slow but graceful, and Chris enjoyed every second just walking behind her.
The small road finally gave way to a sealed off gate, a long rather lean man blocking the entrance- perhaps just a guard. Catching the two from the corner of his eye, the guard approached them, talking in his native tongue in which Chris couldn't even hope to understand. Sheva raised her hand, signaling and commanding him to halt as she decided to deal with this slight inconvenience.
The man went up to her, hands first grasping her shoulders with a slight squeeze. Redfield squinted, as if he couldn't really believe what he was seeing over here. It was fine to be protective and make sure if someone really had a weapon or not (but with what Sheva was wearing, Chris couldn't really see her slipping anything anywhere...especially on the top) but groping was obvious...and this guard was not being the best with his concealment efforts. His hands worked down to her waist, and as he continued down his little 'journey', Chris could feel the need to jump in and give the guy a few lessons before his partner reacted.
"That's quite enough," Sheva spat in protest, swinging her hands out and swiping the guard's arms back to his sides. She shone with disgust, slipping a card out from her pocket, showing it to the postman much closer than need be. "We need to get through immediately. Chris, are you coming?" Her tone dropped a few octaves, going back to that gentle tone of hers which held a peculiar amount of authority in it.
Chris merely smiled, nodding as he walked closer. "I'm ready."
But that was what seemed to be ages ago. Sheva was no where in sight and the shadows belonging to the lickers were becoming more and more abundant. Those damn creatures were always a pain in the ass to kill even with his teammate around, but all by himself and with just a few ammo left in his last magazine, it was just the question of when he will die and not if. To make matters worse, Chris could have sworn he heard the ominous cackles of a Reaper, sure...just one, but that was enough to spell disaster. He remembered being grabbed by one of them, and out of sheer shock, yelled from the top of his lungs for help- for Sheva. It wasn't needed, though. Sheva was always there for him and immediately unloaded hell on the creature, giving Chris a second chance to get the hell out of the mess. But,where Sheva was now, he could not say for sure, but the reoccurring bombardment of thought, wondering where his said teammate was, was the second thought on his mind.
"Fuck...I'm gonna be dead in a matter of seconds if I don't find a way out of here," Chris scolded, feeling the wall behind him, as if there were a weak spot he could punch through. The only way out was down the way he had come from (in which he was oh so fortunate enough to catch himself in a dead end), but it was still the only way. Maybe Sheva was out there frantically looking for him? She was, after all, across from him when she ordered him to stop, but being as low on ammo as he was and with creatures running up and down the floors and walls for him, Chris darted on out of there for a few precious moments to think of an escape plan for them both. Sheva was, no doubt, swearing Chris' name all by herself, running around confused and nervously without her fellow teammate by her side. They've been through some tough times together. If he were going to die, Chris would rather it be near Sheva than having her look desperately for him. Good way to go. You practically made a bad situation infinitely worse.
Narrowing his vision to that of the incoming lickers, their red, muscle covered bodies dripping with the essence of blood and gore, the brunet decided it was now or never. It was now to act, and whether he would die or not wasn't all that important. If he were to stay here, for instance, he would perish anyway...so might as well try. Preparing himself, hunching over slightly, Chris picked up momentum, speeding through the tight hallway as the dark, ghastly creatures howled a blood curdling screech. Their long tongues were rolled in a bunch, sinister and waiting to wrap themselves around Chris' exposed legs, to drag him under and finish him off. They were just begging for a fresh meal, or maybe just to sink their claws into something and satisfy their blood lust, but either way, they were both roads the BSAA agent did not want to take. Moving off to the side, sliding his body against the metal wall beside him, Chris struggled to shimmy his way through the limited space that the lickers were giving him. There was a pack, their blind eyes staring hollowly at him, only hearing the shuddering fear beating away in Redfield's chest. That was exactly what they wanted to feel, to hear, and on realization of this fact, the lickers thrashed their bodies towards the wall, seeking to tackle Chris down and have the rest take advantage of their fallen meal.
It was difficult to bend low, to avoid those thick, heavy bodies that sought to claw him down, but Chris managed to go through the first wave. The others that had sat around idly took the place of their slightly stunned members, opening their mouths in a wide gap, tongues lashing out and ready to strike. Darting out as fast as he possibly could, Chris realized his time was beginning to gradually decrease. There had to be at least six lickers amongst his sore and beaten body which still found enough energy to sprint and wrestle his way through that tight hallway. "Get the hell out of here!" He yelled, kicking one across the face with a powerful blow, momentarily hesitating the creature before it growled viciously, angered and irritated with the affliction. "I'm not planning on dying here!" Chris continued to scurry on forward, his breathing labored and adrenaline filled body still finding ways to escape the lickers' clutches.
Screeching to a halt, the quick turn in the hallway almost caught Chris off guard. He turned and continued, remembering frantically that the murderous creatures were still on his tail. "Shit...shit," he thought as he felt the twinge of pain and exhaustion creep up his body. He was beginning to wear himself out, but still, there was no end in sight from the long stretch of hallways that turned frequently and that seemed to relish at Chris' torment with it's never ending walls. The only thing that could have made it worse was that ping and pang of sharp claws that came from, not the monsters behind him, but from what was approaching him. Oh, fuck. Please, don't let that be the sound of a Reaper.
Now, Chris never really had the benefit of an easy time, and as pattern would repeat itself, the image of an oncoming Reaper finally came to view. With the dim lights, it looked like something that came out of some horror film. Large, disgusting, grasshopper like creature? Check. Jagged and hard as steel hands that are ready to slice you into pieces? Check. No ammo, trapped between a mini army of inside-out animals and this grasshopper creature with no sign of help? Check.
Grasping the handle of his pistol frantically, Chris continued to close the distance between them, fear ever so present in his mind as the sound of thrashing lickers closed in on him. I can't die here. I can't die here if Sheva still needs me! Sheva-
The Reaper squealed in it's characteristic cat-like shriek, its arms unraveling, revealing six of the appendages. It was something fit for that perfect end of the world film. Arms ready to grasp a victim, skinny as bones, but stronger than the strongest man's on earth's resistance, and sickle like blades that were ready to end its prey's life. Chris wasn't very fond of imagining himself to be the next victim of these blasted things, but he surely wasn't immune to it's unrelenting ways. "Out of my fuckin' way!" Chris slipped through the side of the Reaper, who, immediately turned around and went back down on all its legs, scrambling rather quickly to catch up with the agent. Shit. Chris knew when he signed up for the BSAA that it wouldn't be easy,but the thought of mutated creatures that could only die from the strength of, lets say a rocket launcher, wasn't what he had in mind. Still, he was here to save the lives of billions of innocent people. If he were to actually go down here, though he really had no intention to...it would be worth it. It would be worth trying, to be worth a part of something that tried to preserve the many lives that inhabited this planet, who, at this very moment, hadn't the faintest idea of Chris' struggles.
A warm feeling suddenly came from out of the realm of Chris' thoughts, and looking down to investigate it, he had discovered that it had been a tongue belonging to one of those god damn lickers. "You've got to be kidding me!" He yelled in disbelief, eyes wide as the strong muscle yanked him down to his back, sliding him as if he were just a free meal on wheels. The Reaper had halted, stopping in its tracks as it has realized there was absolutely no need to continue with its attempt to catch up with him for Chris was the one now coming to it. Redfield squirmed desperately, reaching up for his knife before another tongue had found its way across his chest, and soon, another around his arms. This was it for him. He was completely tied down, and the look in that Reaper's face was both smug and terrifying. It's dark, black features were dripping with an unknown substance, probably the same strange substance that managed to gush out of it to temporarily blind its attackers once shot at. The breathing from the creature was hot and humid, the air coming down to choke Chris, arms wavering as it proceeded to ready itself.
You're gonna die. You're gonna die and you haven't punched that grin off of Wesker's face yet. You're gonna die, and you haven't said anything to Jill...to Sheva. You're gonna die in some far off country held down by mutated lab creatures and with the image of some insane grim reaper copycat right in front of you!
The Reaper raised its arms in the air, its long spider like arms, and soon, the shine of the blades made itself visible with the dim lights from overhead radiating off of them.
That's it. Mission failed. Sheva...I'm so sorry.
The blades swung, coming closer and closer...the sound of them slashing through the air creating such a characteristic crack...
"Chris! Chris, don't!"
The sudden voice caused Chris to open his eyes once more as he noticed the brown ooze burst out from the Reaper's face, backing up and yelling in terrific pain. The tongues still held onto him, fixing him in place, but soon, a string of well placed bullets darted through them, having blood soar through the air, splattering against the walls and painting Chris' clothes a bright red. The monsters surrounding him were hailed with a barrage of bullets, colliding with them unmercifully, crimson blood spurting off in every direction. Redfield was breathless, gasping and wondering what had just happened...his mind fried and unable to put any of the pieces together.
A slight shuffle of sound came from behind him, and soon, a shadow of a figure emerged up from over his spent body. "Chris! Get up...they're coming!" Feeling a hand on his back, the agent deduced that it was his partner...that one person he had been thinking about when his life was just hanging by a thread. She was panting wildly, eyes wide with fright as they studied him, his face pained from pushing his body beyond his limits. "Come on! Hurry! We don't have much time, please, Chris!"
Chris staggered up as Sheva grasped his arms, and though he was much too heavy for her, she did all the best she could to do most of the lifting. "You can still move, right?" He nodded slightly, heart still pounding, exhilarated, panicked..."Well, then, we have no time to waste! Let's go!" She pushed him forward, an encouraging gesture to start him off, and soon, Chris was running off in full stride again, Sheva following him and trying her best to hold the lickers and Reaper off. The sound of the gun going off was deafening in the confined area, but that was far from his mind, for now, all Chris hoped for was for the end of this god damn hallway. "It's not far! Just keep moving! We need some room over here!" Sheva's voice was surprisingly controlled in the given situation, and Redfield applauded her for that. To be honest, he applauded her for many things. She was tough and never backed down...she was uplifting, caring and helpful, and shit, she was just amazing with a gun. "Keep moving! Go, go, go!"
The two of them burst out from the hallway, eyes trying to fix to the more open, wide area. The lighting wasn't much different, but the dark shadows of more infected were creeping along the walls and ceiling. There were many more of them here, but at least they had some sort of fighting chance with the cover around. "Sheva-"
"Get down! Over there!" She instantly swung one arm around his waist as she cut Chris off from his thought, helping him towards the fallen tables and stacks of boxes and steel material that provided sufficient protection. Helping him down onto the floor, Sheva looked for a first aid spray, soon finding it in her bag and gave him a fair dose. It stung momentarily, biting at Chris' fresh wounds and teasing him with its ping of pain, but it wasn't anything he hadn't been through before. "Chris...don't run off again. You almost died! You should be more careful!"
Chris looked up breathlessly at her, gasping for air and body still worn out. "S-Sorry...I couldn't...I didn't want to scare you." She looked down at him, eyes sad and mixed with an overwhelming wave of happiness as well. "Without you, Sheva, I could have been dead by now." His hand faltered to gingerly grab hers, eyes shutting close as he tried harder to calm his still beating heart, though, this time, it was not due from the near death experience he had just went through.
"We're partners, Chris. Till the end."
How was that? I would like your thoughts on it. If you have suggestions and supportive comments, hand them over! I won't bite.
So, thanks for the criticism! I'm not going to lie, I'm a bit sensitive when it comes to them, but it does help me as a writer. There's always room for me to improve, and reading them will help me make the story better and better. If you do have something to say to help me improve, share them with me, but don't go nuts and imply I'm the most ignorant person out there (though I'm sure most of you know not to do that by now). I don't know everything in the world, and I'm pretty sure you don't either. No one does. Keep that in mind, please. :)
Anyway, like I said before, a chapter 2 will come up if I have reasoned that it would be worth my time to continue. So, if you liked it and want more, tell me~