Resident Evil Series Fan Fiction ❯ Resident Evil Blood ❯ Chapter 2 Jeep ( Chapter 2 )
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By: DugFinn 
Chris and the others try to make it to the get away vehicle, but - what's that?! Carlos! Nooooo!!!
Non Anime: Resident Evil Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Suspense / Romance / Horror / Drama / Action | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.23.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 313 | Status: Work In Progress
Chris and the others try to make it to the get away vehicle, but - what's that?! Carlos! Nooooo!!!
Non Anime: Resident Evil Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Suspense / Romance / Horror / Drama / Action | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.23.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 313 | Status: Work In Progress
Yoh! Disclaimer: I don’t own nothing’. Except for my Resident Evil garden outside my window. I planted a hamster, a gerbil, three chickens, two cats and a dog. Yup. With love and a little T-virus, I’ll soon be harvesting a bounty of biohazard! Yay! Resident Evil and it’s many AWESOME characters are all property of Capcom and I am simply borrowing their likeness to use for my own nefarious deeds such as vocabulary building (Brains. Headshot. 92 FS. Dessert Eagle. Yaoi).
Resident Evil Blood
Chapter 2 – Jeep
Carlos snapped his head immediately to see who had gotten Jill in that sudden stupor. His own brain slightly scrambled when he saw the guy dressed in black. Holy $@%#... “Are you..?” Carlos asked in disbelief as he got up and stumbled over to their rescuer. He put his hands on the other man’s shoulders, as if to make sure he wasn’t seeing things, and then immediately grabbed the guy in a bear hug “Chris Redfield!!! It really is you!”
The new guy just laughed. “Yeah, it’s me. Who were you expecting, the tooth fairy?”
“Ah, hell man, at this point I’m willing to expect anything!” Carlos let Chris go and composed himself. “I can’t believe it’s actually you!,” he said shaking his head. “Who ‘you here with? How’d you guys know we were in trouble?! Where is everyone?” he finished looking around. He didn’t see anyone else.
“Actually, it’s just me,” Chris answered looking away while he began coiling the rope he had used to bring the three BSAA members up the side of the building. He turned to Jill avoiding Carlos’ and Jeremy’s surprised looks. She was just staring at him. Her eyes were becoming red and glossy.
“Chris…” she whispered.
“Hey,” he answered sheepishly raising his handing to wave and smiled nervously.
“Chris!” she yelled and wrapped her arms around him beginning to cry. “Oh, God Chris! You’re back. Where have you been! I thought you were- I thought…“ she broke down crying.
“I’m sorry,” the former STARS member tried to sooth her. “I didn’t mean to worry you. It’s OK. See, I’m fine. It‘s OK.”
“Chris…” Jill wiped at the tears streaming down her face. “I missed you. I thought I‘d never see you again.”
“I’m sorry,” Chris apologized again as he took a step back and continued coiling the rope. It was obvious he was uncomfortable with Jill’s reaction.
“Uh, guys, I hate to brake up the moment,” Jeremy chimed in providing a diversion in the tension between the two. “But we’re still technically not out of the woods yet. We still got a bunch of our friends down there,” he motioned with his head over the roof ledge. “And they wanna have us over for dinner, if you catch my drift.”
“Yeah, as much as I wanna chit-chat too, we’re still in a tight spot. I don’t know how’re we gonna get out of here.” Carlos directed the question to Chris making his confusion evident. “How did you..?” he crinkled his eyebrows scratching his head. “Where’d you come from? I mean, how‘d you-?”
Chris nervously grinned and cut Carlos‘ sentence short. “Way ahead of you,” he answered slightly dodging the question. “Come on,” he motioned for them to follow leading the way across the rooftop to the other side. He pointed over the ledge. “Ta-da!”
“Oh-ho! Nice!” Carlos exclaimed when they looked over and saw a black, sleek, military jeep waiting for them at the base of the building. “Where’d you pull that out of..?” He asked under his breath.
“I think a more important question is, how are we getting down there?” Jeremy asked while looking over the edge. “Building is probably full of zombies-“
“Nope. Cleared them out,” Chris interjected. “But that’s for plan B. We’re still going with plan A.”
They all looked at Chris rather surprised. “Plan A?” Jeremy asked before Carlos could ask about how he had managed to “clear out” a building full of zombies on his own.
Chris grinned while he simply tossed the rope he had been coiling over the side of the building again. It unfurled and landed about 10 inches above the jeep’s roof.
“Oh. Well,” the rookie answered slightly stunned at the utter ease of the escape. “That, uh, that take’s care of that, huh?”
“Yup.” Chris began to tie the rope end around a ventilation pipe. “That should hold,” he muttered while testing the strength of the knot by pulling on it. “I’ll go first incase there are any hostiles down there, alright?” he spoke while already climbing over the ledge and beginning to climb down the side of the wall.
Carlos frowned at the way Chris said the word “hostels,” but didn’t dwell on the matter.
“Chris! Be careful!” Jill quickly called down as she leaned over the ledge.
Chris looked up, nodded and smiled, but didn’t say anything as he quickly descended the rope. He landed on the jeep’s roof and waved for another to start climbing down.
“You know,” Jeremy began as Jill jumped up onto the ledge. “Back at base camp, everyone’s got, like, some crazy story about how badass Chris Redfield was and stuff. You know, they guy’s kind of like a legend. Personally, I never met him, ‘cause he was, like, disappeared before I got there, so I always, like, you know, thought they were, uh, exaggerating and junk, but seriously – that man is a badass. Like,” he went on rambling. “He actually is a badass. For real. He is. No joke.”
“Yeah, he’s something else alright,” Carlos agreed laughing. He sometimes forgot that Jeremy was new to the unit and was, for all intents and purposes, still an impressionable rookie. He saw Jill reach the jeep, Chris helping her steady herself on the black roof. “Alright kid, you’re turn.”
Jeremy nodded and flung his automatic over his shoulder as he grabbed the rope. “Kind of makes you wonder where he’s been all this time, huh?” the younger A-1 member said nonchalantly. “I mean, you know, he looks fine to me, right? So, where’s he been hiding out?”
Carlos didn’t say anything in return because Jeremy had already disappeared over the side of the building, but his facial features did show concern. Something just… Didn’t feel right. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it. In fact, he kind of didn’t even want to. He didn’t want for something to be wrong. Everything would be so much cooler if everything was just peachy. He quickly glanced over back to where they had been pulled up on the other side of the building. He could still hear the eerie moan of the zombie masses. Hmm… He wondered as his eyes surveyed the rooftop. Wait. That’s odd…
He was startled out of his thoughts when he heard a gun shot. “What?!”
“Carlos! Let’s go!” he heard Jill shout up as another gun shot was fired.
The former STARS member grabbed the rope and cussed as he saw several zombies heading towards the jeep. Jeremy had his gun aimed out of the vehicle window and was picking them off. From his vantage point, Carlos could see that the loud gun shot noise had caught the attention of the old zombie mob on the other side of the building and was directing it towards them. “Crap!” he cursed as he climbed down the rope as quickly as he could.
He could see several of the zombies closing in on the black vehicle. “Damned it!” he said as he let himself slide down the rope the last few feet knowing fully well of the awful rope burns he’d have to deal with later. Well, at least I’ll still be alive and have body parts in tact.
The jeep’s roof made an sharp audible thump as he landed on it with force. “Alright, go!” He yelled banging on the roof with his fist. “Go, go!”
“Don’t have to tell me twice!” Jeremy stated as he tossed his gun to the side and hit the pedal. The vehicle spun out on the patch of gravel beneath, sending plenty of grit flying at the zombies meandering right behind. It buckled then lurched forwards sharply and took off. Unfortunately, the sudden jump in speed from zero to "holy-hell-there-are-zombies-about-to-eat-my-brains-right-behind-me!" caught Chris off guard before he could get a decent grip of the jeep’s roof.
"Agh!" he yelled as he was thrown off the vehicle and landed on his back, smacking his head rather badly against the pavement. His body rolled several meters on the ground trailing in the vehicle’s dust. He lay there unmoving.
"Carlos!!!" Jill screamed as she grabbed Jeremy by the shirt and yanked it hard enough to cause him to veer the vehicle to the left. "Stop! We have to go back!"
Carlos finally opened his eyes and shook his head dazed from the impact. Of course, shaking his head turned out to be a bad idea. He could feel a mounting tension on the sides of his temple. His hand immediately went up to it and pulled back revealing blood. Blood? What..? Where..? He sluggishly started getting up, coughing from the dust and smoke left behind from the burnt tires. He stumbled slightly, seeing the world through hazy eyes. Everything was slow and heavy. Crap... I think I hit my head... A little too hard…
Two zombies shuffled up right behind him, followed by several dozen others. One lunged forward and on top of him. "Argh!" Carlos yelled, quickly turning around, as a huge explosion of grey matter and rotting flesh sprayed into the air and all over him, followed by a decapitated corpse falling lifelessly on top. "What-?!" He had heard a gun shot. And there! Another! And another! He looked up and saw the swarm of zombies - like a display of putrid fountains, heads exploding into geysers of coagulated festering blood spouting forth from every neck on every body; the infected bodies going limp and falling like puppets with cut strings. He couldn't take his eyes off of it. It was never ending. A charade of slow motion lawn sprinkles bursting forth with dark brown and black droplets forming black rainbows in the glint of the sky. More zombies walked up, taking the spots of their previous; dancing on the wind of death, flailing about, moaning a sick chorus to the gun's deadly a cappella. They kept coming, in droves, and kept falling just as easily; just as quickly. The gun's siren blasts not even slowing a single beat to their sorrowful tempo. The blast now nothing more than bombs exploding from canons ringing in his ears and driving him to cradle his head from their thunderous explosions.
"C-a-r-l-o-s!" he heard a voice. "G-e-t u-p! H-u-r-r-y!" It was Jill. She was calling to him, her voice slow and low in pitch, as if he were watching a movie in slow motion. He drearily turned his head, reeling as the world spun out of control. "G-e-t u-p!" He felt strong hands grab his shoulder and tug him upwards. His legs instantly rose and they were suddenly running, every step feeling like a blow to his brain. The gun shots kept getting louder. "G-e-t i-n!" He was pushed into a dark padded area that smelled like plastic and gasoline and suddenly he felt like a thousand meals would be exorcized from his insides as the world suddenly began playing rollercoaster with his mind and body. "D-r-i-v-e! G-e-t u-s b-a-c-k t-o c-a-m-p! Q-u-i-c-k! O-h, G-o-d, C-a-r-l-o-s! S-t--a--y w--i--t---h m---e!" He could feel someone holding him, touching his forehead, rubbing his face, but it was too blurry to tell who it was.
"Wha..?" he barely managed to speak.
"D-o-n-'t w-o-r-r-y, y-o-u-'r-e g-o-i-n-g t-o b-e O-K!" The voice sounded muffled and far away. "D-o-n-'t w-o-r--r--y!" It continued. "S-t--a--y w--i--t--h m--e! C--a--r--l---o----s?" But he had already started seeing other ghosts. He could hear them; a whole army of them, singing moans of loneliness to light his failing eyes. The booming of the cannon had stopped. Or had he just stopped hearing it anymore.
"Carlos!?!" Jill shook him when he failed to respond. "No, Carlos! Carlos!!!"
***************************** Author Time! *****************************
Yay! So, next chapter will begin to start to make sense of this crazy world. Chapter 4 has yummy yaoi and chapter 5 and 6 will finish revealing most of what's going on in this arc. As for me? Well, I'm doing absoluntly amazing, why thank you! I'm building a chicken coop outside (I gotta have those golden eggs, you know) and I'm starting to remodel my room. I need more room and efficently used space for all my RE gear and cosplay stuff, heh heh. But you know what would make me even more absoluntly amazing? If you R/R! Yeah, so... Go do that!
R/R and let me know what you think. Thanks!
Resident Evil Blood
Chapter 2 – Jeep
Carlos snapped his head immediately to see who had gotten Jill in that sudden stupor. His own brain slightly scrambled when he saw the guy dressed in black. Holy $@%#... “Are you..?” Carlos asked in disbelief as he got up and stumbled over to their rescuer. He put his hands on the other man’s shoulders, as if to make sure he wasn’t seeing things, and then immediately grabbed the guy in a bear hug “Chris Redfield!!! It really is you!”
The new guy just laughed. “Yeah, it’s me. Who were you expecting, the tooth fairy?”
“Ah, hell man, at this point I’m willing to expect anything!” Carlos let Chris go and composed himself. “I can’t believe it’s actually you!,” he said shaking his head. “Who ‘you here with? How’d you guys know we were in trouble?! Where is everyone?” he finished looking around. He didn’t see anyone else.
“Actually, it’s just me,” Chris answered looking away while he began coiling the rope he had used to bring the three BSAA members up the side of the building. He turned to Jill avoiding Carlos’ and Jeremy’s surprised looks. She was just staring at him. Her eyes were becoming red and glossy.
“Chris…” she whispered.
“Hey,” he answered sheepishly raising his handing to wave and smiled nervously.
“Chris!” she yelled and wrapped her arms around him beginning to cry. “Oh, God Chris! You’re back. Where have you been! I thought you were- I thought…“ she broke down crying.
“I’m sorry,” the former STARS member tried to sooth her. “I didn’t mean to worry you. It’s OK. See, I’m fine. It‘s OK.”
“Chris…” Jill wiped at the tears streaming down her face. “I missed you. I thought I‘d never see you again.”
“I’m sorry,” Chris apologized again as he took a step back and continued coiling the rope. It was obvious he was uncomfortable with Jill’s reaction.
“Uh, guys, I hate to brake up the moment,” Jeremy chimed in providing a diversion in the tension between the two. “But we’re still technically not out of the woods yet. We still got a bunch of our friends down there,” he motioned with his head over the roof ledge. “And they wanna have us over for dinner, if you catch my drift.”
“Yeah, as much as I wanna chit-chat too, we’re still in a tight spot. I don’t know how’re we gonna get out of here.” Carlos directed the question to Chris making his confusion evident. “How did you..?” he crinkled his eyebrows scratching his head. “Where’d you come from? I mean, how‘d you-?”
Chris nervously grinned and cut Carlos‘ sentence short. “Way ahead of you,” he answered slightly dodging the question. “Come on,” he motioned for them to follow leading the way across the rooftop to the other side. He pointed over the ledge. “Ta-da!”
“Oh-ho! Nice!” Carlos exclaimed when they looked over and saw a black, sleek, military jeep waiting for them at the base of the building. “Where’d you pull that out of..?” He asked under his breath.
“I think a more important question is, how are we getting down there?” Jeremy asked while looking over the edge. “Building is probably full of zombies-“
“Nope. Cleared them out,” Chris interjected. “But that’s for plan B. We’re still going with plan A.”
They all looked at Chris rather surprised. “Plan A?” Jeremy asked before Carlos could ask about how he had managed to “clear out” a building full of zombies on his own.
Chris grinned while he simply tossed the rope he had been coiling over the side of the building again. It unfurled and landed about 10 inches above the jeep’s roof.
“Oh. Well,” the rookie answered slightly stunned at the utter ease of the escape. “That, uh, that take’s care of that, huh?”
“Yup.” Chris began to tie the rope end around a ventilation pipe. “That should hold,” he muttered while testing the strength of the knot by pulling on it. “I’ll go first incase there are any hostiles down there, alright?” he spoke while already climbing over the ledge and beginning to climb down the side of the wall.
Carlos frowned at the way Chris said the word “hostels,” but didn’t dwell on the matter.
“Chris! Be careful!” Jill quickly called down as she leaned over the ledge.
Chris looked up, nodded and smiled, but didn’t say anything as he quickly descended the rope. He landed on the jeep’s roof and waved for another to start climbing down.
“You know,” Jeremy began as Jill jumped up onto the ledge. “Back at base camp, everyone’s got, like, some crazy story about how badass Chris Redfield was and stuff. You know, they guy’s kind of like a legend. Personally, I never met him, ‘cause he was, like, disappeared before I got there, so I always, like, you know, thought they were, uh, exaggerating and junk, but seriously – that man is a badass. Like,” he went on rambling. “He actually is a badass. For real. He is. No joke.”
“Yeah, he’s something else alright,” Carlos agreed laughing. He sometimes forgot that Jeremy was new to the unit and was, for all intents and purposes, still an impressionable rookie. He saw Jill reach the jeep, Chris helping her steady herself on the black roof. “Alright kid, you’re turn.”
Jeremy nodded and flung his automatic over his shoulder as he grabbed the rope. “Kind of makes you wonder where he’s been all this time, huh?” the younger A-1 member said nonchalantly. “I mean, you know, he looks fine to me, right? So, where’s he been hiding out?”
Carlos didn’t say anything in return because Jeremy had already disappeared over the side of the building, but his facial features did show concern. Something just… Didn’t feel right. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it. In fact, he kind of didn’t even want to. He didn’t want for something to be wrong. Everything would be so much cooler if everything was just peachy. He quickly glanced over back to where they had been pulled up on the other side of the building. He could still hear the eerie moan of the zombie masses. Hmm… He wondered as his eyes surveyed the rooftop. Wait. That’s odd…
He was startled out of his thoughts when he heard a gun shot. “What?!”
“Carlos! Let’s go!” he heard Jill shout up as another gun shot was fired.
The former STARS member grabbed the rope and cussed as he saw several zombies heading towards the jeep. Jeremy had his gun aimed out of the vehicle window and was picking them off. From his vantage point, Carlos could see that the loud gun shot noise had caught the attention of the old zombie mob on the other side of the building and was directing it towards them. “Crap!” he cursed as he climbed down the rope as quickly as he could.
He could see several of the zombies closing in on the black vehicle. “Damned it!” he said as he let himself slide down the rope the last few feet knowing fully well of the awful rope burns he’d have to deal with later. Well, at least I’ll still be alive and have body parts in tact.
The jeep’s roof made an sharp audible thump as he landed on it with force. “Alright, go!” He yelled banging on the roof with his fist. “Go, go!”
“Don’t have to tell me twice!” Jeremy stated as he tossed his gun to the side and hit the pedal. The vehicle spun out on the patch of gravel beneath, sending plenty of grit flying at the zombies meandering right behind. It buckled then lurched forwards sharply and took off. Unfortunately, the sudden jump in speed from zero to "holy-hell-there-are-zombies-about-to-eat-my-brains-right-behind-me!" caught Chris off guard before he could get a decent grip of the jeep’s roof.
"Agh!" he yelled as he was thrown off the vehicle and landed on his back, smacking his head rather badly against the pavement. His body rolled several meters on the ground trailing in the vehicle’s dust. He lay there unmoving.
"Carlos!!!" Jill screamed as she grabbed Jeremy by the shirt and yanked it hard enough to cause him to veer the vehicle to the left. "Stop! We have to go back!"
Carlos finally opened his eyes and shook his head dazed from the impact. Of course, shaking his head turned out to be a bad idea. He could feel a mounting tension on the sides of his temple. His hand immediately went up to it and pulled back revealing blood. Blood? What..? Where..? He sluggishly started getting up, coughing from the dust and smoke left behind from the burnt tires. He stumbled slightly, seeing the world through hazy eyes. Everything was slow and heavy. Crap... I think I hit my head... A little too hard…
Two zombies shuffled up right behind him, followed by several dozen others. One lunged forward and on top of him. "Argh!" Carlos yelled, quickly turning around, as a huge explosion of grey matter and rotting flesh sprayed into the air and all over him, followed by a decapitated corpse falling lifelessly on top. "What-?!" He had heard a gun shot. And there! Another! And another! He looked up and saw the swarm of zombies - like a display of putrid fountains, heads exploding into geysers of coagulated festering blood spouting forth from every neck on every body; the infected bodies going limp and falling like puppets with cut strings. He couldn't take his eyes off of it. It was never ending. A charade of slow motion lawn sprinkles bursting forth with dark brown and black droplets forming black rainbows in the glint of the sky. More zombies walked up, taking the spots of their previous; dancing on the wind of death, flailing about, moaning a sick chorus to the gun's deadly a cappella. They kept coming, in droves, and kept falling just as easily; just as quickly. The gun's siren blasts not even slowing a single beat to their sorrowful tempo. The blast now nothing more than bombs exploding from canons ringing in his ears and driving him to cradle his head from their thunderous explosions.
"C-a-r-l-o-s!" he heard a voice. "G-e-t u-p! H-u-r-r-y!" It was Jill. She was calling to him, her voice slow and low in pitch, as if he were watching a movie in slow motion. He drearily turned his head, reeling as the world spun out of control. "G-e-t u-p!" He felt strong hands grab his shoulder and tug him upwards. His legs instantly rose and they were suddenly running, every step feeling like a blow to his brain. The gun shots kept getting louder. "G-e-t i-n!" He was pushed into a dark padded area that smelled like plastic and gasoline and suddenly he felt like a thousand meals would be exorcized from his insides as the world suddenly began playing rollercoaster with his mind and body. "D-r-i-v-e! G-e-t u-s b-a-c-k t-o c-a-m-p! Q-u-i-c-k! O-h, G-o-d, C-a-r-l-o-s! S-t--a--y w--i--t---h m---e!" He could feel someone holding him, touching his forehead, rubbing his face, but it was too blurry to tell who it was.
"Wha..?" he barely managed to speak.
"D-o-n-'t w-o-r-r-y, y-o-u-'r-e g-o-i-n-g t-o b-e O-K!" The voice sounded muffled and far away. "D-o-n-'t w-o-r--r--y!" It continued. "S-t--a--y w--i--t--h m--e! C--a--r--l---o----s?" But he had already started seeing other ghosts. He could hear them; a whole army of them, singing moans of loneliness to light his failing eyes. The booming of the cannon had stopped. Or had he just stopped hearing it anymore.
"Carlos!?!" Jill shook him when he failed to respond. "No, Carlos! Carlos!!!"
***************************** Author Time! *****************************
Yay! So, next chapter will begin to start to make sense of this crazy world. Chapter 4 has yummy yaoi and chapter 5 and 6 will finish revealing most of what's going on in this arc. As for me? Well, I'm doing absoluntly amazing, why thank you! I'm building a chicken coop outside (I gotta have those golden eggs, you know) and I'm starting to remodel my room. I need more room and efficently used space for all my RE gear and cosplay stuff, heh heh. But you know what would make me even more absoluntly amazing? If you R/R! Yeah, so... Go do that!
R/R and let me know what you think. Thanks!