The Maywither Virus
Summary: A new virus outbreak has occurred. This virus has caused mass zombification and is expected to have twice the power of the T-Virus. A combined group of new and old characters form an elite zombie force called the E.Z.R. to help put an end to this new virus.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters of Resident Evil. This story is solely just trying to fill in the gap I think Resident Evil left in Steve Burnside's story. This isn't part of the actual series and I have dreams and daydreams that I think are story worthy but I never write them into stories because I don't get around to it. This is the first daydream I am actually going to write into a story. I made some characters up and I am using some characters from Resident Evil: The Darkside Chronicles.
Author's Notes: E.Z.R. stands for Elite Zombie Resistance.
A pair of steel blue eyes darted from right to left. Her eyes showed a sense determination but were succumbed by her ever growing fear. She didn't know what she was running from, but it was big. No. Gigantic.
The sky was darkened with the grey clouds which covered the ever-radiant full moon. It was a beautiful night, perhaps the most beautiful night she had ever seen in her life. Though, her main goal was to survive and she didn't have enough time to contemplate her surroundings.
Blood was dripping down her arm and her wound caused her immense pain. But, she kept running.
The air was very humid and a cold breeze slithered down her spine. The thing following her had footsteps louder than her thoughts, so it was difficult to think. In the blink of an eye, she was on the gravel, vulnerable to the monster's power.
"Please, please don't kill me," the young maroon-haired girl pleaded. Though, that was no use because whatever this creature was, it had no humanity left in it, if it ever had any at all.
Bullet's flew besides her head, millimetres from her left check, and went straight into the monster's chest. It only took three bullets to the chest to kill the monster as he was still recovering from his previous injuries. The young girl punctured the monster's skin with a pocket knife and though it was not a powerful weapon, it caused a lot of damage when she lodged the knife in its heart.
"Are you alright kiddo," the tall, brown haired man asked, "You took quite a fall." This man was no older than 40, but had small wrinkles outlining his cheeks.
"Thanks for saving me," the young girl sighed with relief, "I would have died. Anyway, who are you?"
"I am Leon S. Kennedy. I am currently on a mission for the U.S. government, this was supposed to be my retiring day but it looks like I'll have to stay for a while," he tucked his hands in his pockets and stared into the girl's eyes, "You look to young to be here alone."
"Leon," the words flowed through her mouth, "I'm old enough to take care of myself. Anyways, aren't you too old to be here alone?"
"How can I be too old to be alone? Oh, and according to you, how old is old enough to take care of themselves?" Leon said with an amused grin.
"I thought all elderly men had arthritis," she clenched her arm which was still pouring down blood.
"Ha, elderly. How old do you think I am pip-squeak?" Leon questioned, still grinning in amusement.
Her face flushed bright crimson, "Pip-squeak? Pip-squeak? I am not a pip-squeak I am 14 years old. You get that. 14 years old!"
"You are just a few years younger than my daughter, Rochelle. Just so you know, I am not an elder, I am 45." Leon rolled his eyes.
"Ha, you are older than my parents."
"Anyways, I didn't catch your name."
"It's because I didn't tell you."
The breeze grew stronger every second and the 14-year old girl could feel it brush against her arm, which had stop bleeding but still stung.
Out of nowhere the distinctive belching noise of a zombie grew louder. You could hear, step by step, that zombies were approaching. They were no match for Leon though, as he slayed them with a sub-machine gun.
The young girl and Leon made direct eye contact. He tilted his head, signalling for her to come over to him. The sense of fear disappeared from her eyes and was replaced by the sense of protection. She knew she could trust Leon; after all he saved her life.
"We are safe for now so tell me everything about your family and life. Why are you here?" Leon questioned, genuinely intrigued.
She brushed her hair back into a loose ponytail. This young girl reminded Leon of a distant companion, Claire - Maroon hair in a ponytail and a badass attitude.
Before the girl spoke, she looked at her feet. They were covered in minor cuts and bruises as she was only wearing thongs. She took a deep breath.
"My name is Jazele… Jazele Burnside."