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You were unsure when and where it all went wrong with your life. Could it have been when you woke up in a forest, thick with foliage and darkness? Or the time you woke up at the side of a toilet with vomit on your clothing? You trudged along trying to find a way out of this forest, gripping your head as you tried to dull the pain. It seems that someone smashed something against it, causing you to black out from your walk home.
Blood dripped down the side of your head as it throbbed violently. You could barely see anything as your eyes tried to adjust to the darkness. The forest you had ended up in was awfully lifeless; no insects were chirping, not even the utterance of animals echoed in the woods as you walked through. The only sounds you heard were your heavy breathing and the crunch of the leaves beneath your feet.
After walking for a few minutes, you started to hear weird sounds outside of the ringing of your ears and the crunching of the leaves. It sounded like snarling and yelping. You wrapped your arms around yourself, beginning to become frightened of the noise. You stopped in your tracks and attempted to look around. What was snarling and yelping became barking and growls the closer it came to you.
Before you could properly react to anything, you were besieged by rabid dogs. They were vicious and too fast for you to respond in turn and took chunks of your flesh off your body one by one. Screams escaped your lips as you called for help and your friends, to no avail. It felt as if hours had passed when they first began their vicious assault, you felt each bite into your skin as they took a bite of every part of you.
You tried to fight them off, push, kick, hit, but were quickly overwhelmed by their strength and your dwindling energy. They flipped your body over, tearing open your stomach to begin eating your entrails. Your nails dug into the dogs' face to push them back but ultimately your heart slowly started to stop beating. Your hands fell away from the dogs, your eyes wide open as you stared up into the dark starry sky.
Although you could tell you were dead, it seemed as if your consciousness never left. You felt the dog's teeth dig into your body as they ate your flesh. The pain was incredible; why couldn’t you be embraced by death yet? As you listened to the munching and crunching of the dogs as they ate your flesh and tore at your clothes, your heart began beating again. It started to beat faster and faster, raising anger inside you, something you’ve never felt before.
You grabbed one of the dogs by the neck and snapped it effortlessly. Whatever happened, whatever it may be, it gave you more strength than you could have ever imagined. One by one, you snapped the neck of the dogs, sating the rage you felt as if you were nearly being eaten alive by them. Before you knew it, there was finally silence in the woods. No more snarling and barking; just… silence.
You could also... feel nothing. The pain you felt as your body was being eaten, gone. You felt numb, even as you grazed your fingers across the skin of your arms; you couldn't feel anything. Not even the wetness of the blood covered you. You were numbed down to your entire core. The numbness was comforting after the ordeal.
You started walking. Something in your mind was telling you to go this way. So, you listened and walked. You shivered and held your arms as you walked, beginning to now feel the caked blood on your hands. You couldn’t think about what just happened to you; you needed to get out of the forest. Your walking became faster as your senses started to reactivate, feeling every step, hearing every sound, and smelling every scent.
As you started gathering yourself, you started running. Fast. When was the last time you had ran this fast? The wind flew past you, whipping your hair behind you. Your eyes took in everything around you as the sites finally became clearer. You had struggled to see in the dark before but now you could see what was on the side of you and in front. Before you knew it, you finally made it to the edge of a town.
The city was bright and beautiful as you approached, with the edge of town looking dark and dank. The streets were bare, and some buildings looked abandoned. Graffiti was drawn on the buildings, the streets and sidewalks cracked and unusable. Your eyes trailed upwards to look at the sky as you walked. The stars were incredibly bright. You looked down, an eerie feeling engulfed you, making you feel out of place.
You took another look at the sky. Has the sky always been this clear? The sky was usually covered in smog, but here, it was clear, and you can see the stars clearly. You slowly made your way down into the bright part of the city, holding onto your arms as if they would fall off. Your shivering intensified the more your adrenaline calmed. When you arrived at the part of the city that was alive, the quality of the concrete and buildings increased.
There were speckles of people here and there, but most were sleeping, and others minded their business when you walked past them. It appeared as if nobody wanted to stop and ask if you were okay; even with every step you took on the concrete, you left a foot imprint of blood. You looked clearly in distress but received awful looks from them as if you were a bug.
When you walked past a large, windowed store with mirrors looking out to potential customers, you saw it. The reason why you were receiving dirty looks. You saw yourself covered in blood and viscera. You were completely horrified; you could see the bite marks and chunks of flesh missing. Dried blood covered your body and what you presumed to be your stomach contents dried on your stomach with a gaping hole. Some pieces of your neck were missing, and your hair had dried with clumps of blood and skin stuck between the strands.
You noticed something else incredibly peculiar about yourself. Your eyes. Your eyes used to be (Y/EC) but... they are an icy blue shade now. You looked at your eyes as close as possible; noticing that the blue shade swirled in your pupils. As if it was a viscous liquid. The initial shock from everything started to overwhelm your nerves, your appearance making you slightly sick. You felt bile coming up your throat.
You turned abruptly to the sidewalk and spewed what looked like more viscera from your stomach. The smell and sight made you wretch again. You stumbled from the sudden purge and caught something sharp with your right hand. The sharp edge of the metal stand sliced your hand, forcing you to retract your hand. You groaned in pain and annoyance. As you looked over to see what it was that sliced you, you saw it was a rusted newspaper stand.
You questioned this; when was the last time you ever saw a stand for newspapers on the side of the street? These are no longer as common in your day and age. You peered into it and saw there was still the paper from today. You reached for it pulling it out of the receptacle. Your vision was slightly blurry from the sudden retching forcing you to focus your eyes. You read the newspaper repeatedly as if it was a sick joke, your bloodied hand grabbing it in disbelief. You then realized in horror where you were.
The Raccoon City Times – April 11th, 1989
You realize now that something was wrong. Raccoon City isn’t a real place in the United States. How can this be here? The year --- how can it be 1989 when you were just home in 2022? You weren’t even technically born just yet how is this even possible? The last thing you remember before being in the forest was walking home from the bar. You felt a sudden pain on the back of your head and woke up in the forest. Was this some sort of sick joke?
But with your eye colors suddenly change to a swirl of blue? You dropped the newspaper.
“Oh my god.” You whispered to yourself.
If you are in Raccoon City, in 1989, the only thing that could’ve caused this tumultuous event for you were the dogs. Those dogs must have been the Cerberus . You let out a sound of despair. If those dogs were what you think they were from your memory of the game, you have been infected with the T-Virus; and survived. You only remember a few other people who were successful carriers of the virus.
What the hell were you supposed to do now? If Umbrella finds out that your body accepted the virus, they could use you for testing. This isn’t how you thought would happen to you once you’ve died. You are obviously not in your own world or dimension; you have no identity here. How are you supposed to live in this dimension without money? Nothing and nobody were truly safe here with the amount of corruption that was rampant in both private and public domains.
A realization hit you; the Army. You remember how corrupt the military was in the game. Umbrella lined their pockets with the money from the military, just to be able to send soldiers to their death to test their vile bioweapons. If you needed an identity, the Army would be able to create a new life for you if you showed them your potential. Just enough potential to survive and nothing more.
As you walked, you found yourself at Raccoon City Park as per the marquee sign. Portions of the park were under construction. Everything about the park looked old. The concrete fountains and walkways were spalling and cracked; the wood used for railings were rotted and darkened from years of water exposure. The water that sat in the fountains was a sickly green that painted the edges of the fountains from long exposure.
You found a public bathroom in the park, unlocked but destroyed. More construction supplies laid around in front of it, soon to be renovated for the public. You pushed the half-hinged door to what you assumed was the women's restroom to begin cleaning yourself up. There were no paper towels and the toilet paper that was there was too thin to use for anything but its intended purposes.
All you could do was pool water into the cusp of your hand and wipe your skin vigorously. You took your half-torn shirt off to attempt to clean it in the sink. The blood stains would be just that, stains, but at least bits and pieces of your viscera and skin no longer clung to the fabric. As you strenuously rubbed your clothes underneath the pouring water, you could feel a wave of fatigue wash over you. Any bouts of adrenaline you had before were now washing away just like the blood on your clothes.
You stopped rubbing your clothes and leaned into the sink. Your blood was rushing to your head, whooshing sounds enveloping the drums of your ears. It was so loud, you didn't hear the stumbling footsteps of someone coming into the bathroom until they crashed against the door and forced it to lose its last hinge. You looked over surprised by the sudden loud noise and saw a man in crumpled and tattered clothing.
He looked homeless; wearing an overly large jacket and baggy clothes that had tears and holes in them. He held onto a brown bag, shaped like a bottle. You initially felt sorry seeing him in such a state until he noticed you were in a bra. His confused drunken expression turned dark instantly as he fumbled to stand up. Goosebumps flared up on your body as you immediately realized what he was planning.
But then... a thirst erupted in your throat, resonating with a sudden sharp heartbeat. Your mind was elsewhere as he finally grabbed you, your eyes trailing to his throat as he fumbled with his pants.
Consume.
Your mind uttered one word, pushing your field of vision to change with a lust of extreme hunger taking over. Your body moved on its own, grabbing onto the man's shoulders and digging your teeth into his neck. Your teeth ripped through flesh as if it was nothing, ripping his throat out and consuming the blood and flesh. He screamed and tried to fight you off, but you overpowered him quickly.
Blood splattered around the scene, with their blood pooling on the floor as you laid into them, consuming every bit that you felt you needed. His screams were momentary as he quickly died. Nobody would have heard his screaming anyways in an abandoned park. When you thought you had enough to eat, you stood up from his body and turned towards the running water. The partially shattered mirror gave you an utterly disgusting view of what you looked like.
The blue eyes that you had were now ruby red, just like the blood you drank. Your entire mouth was covered in blood and bits of flesh. You were breathing heavily as your mind began to clear, your eyes slowly moving from red to blue. The realization of what you just did hit you once your mind cleared; you just ate a person. Dizziness overtook you, causing you to lurch forward and grab onto the sink for support.
“This... this isn't real.” You slurred in disbelief, pushing back the dizziness to furiously clean off your face and hands.
You quickly began cleaning yourself once again, attempting to ignore the body behind you but couldn’t. The smell it exuded was disgusting but also alluring at the same time. You placed your soggy clothes on and hightailed it out of the bathroom and out of the park, refusing to look back, refusing to accept that that just happened. The night was still long as you continued searching through the city to find a recruiter's office. There was always an army recruiting office in the small cities.
After a while, you found the Army recruiter’s office at what you assumed was downtown. It wasn’t close to opening time, and you were fatigued. You stumbled into an alley next to the recruiters' building, falling next to a couple of trash bags. The smell was horrific but couldn’t prevent you from falling asleep on the side of the building. When you awoke, you were still slouched in the alley.
The city bustled with the sounds of people's voices, cars honking, and heavy footsteps so bright and early in the morning. You looked down at yourself, realizing your wounds had completely healed. Your fingers pulled at the tattered shirt to inspect yourself and the wounds that should have been there. You couldn’t explain to yourself what happened and why things happened. Bracing yourself, you stood up and walked towards the recruiter's office ignoring the stares you received.
At first the male soldier at the desk was taken aback by your appearance. He took no time to comment on the smell you exuded and the tattered appearance of your clothes. They gave you a set of training clothes, shorts and a t-shirt with the Army logo to change into before they spoke with you. With a new set of clothes and somewhat cleaned skin, you brought your wish to join the Army to them.
He initially laughed at you. You had waltz in looking homeless with no papers to show proof of identity. However, his mind quickly changed when you showed him what you could do. You laid him out on the ground from your self-defense training with ease. Never have you easily thrown someone as bulky as the man before you, until today. Before you knew it, he made phone calls to certain people, and you signed the contract. You were gone and sent to basic training with nothing on your back but Army PT gear.
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Leaves crunched underneath the foot of the U.B.S.C. member as he approached the circle of dead dogs. The ugly mutts had their necks snapped. He was surprised to see they had died an equally ugly death. These dogs were notorious for escaping their confines, in fact, this would be the third time he and his team had to come out and clean up their mess and catch them. He held his rifle in his hands as he looked at the circle and tried to gather clues from the ground.
With bits of flesh, blood spills, tussled leaves, pieces of clothing, and a shoe, it seemed as if the dogs had found a victim in the woods last night. A victim... that seemed to have killed them with ease. He swung his rifle on his back and kneeled to touch the ground. There were bits of flesh that looked to be of human origin. He beckoned one of his team members over. He pointed and ordered them to gather the samples of the supposed victim.
He began to track the bloody footprints that walked away from the scene. As he walked a few feet forward, he realized that the bloody footprints somewhat disappeared in intervals, as if the person ran. He pulled up his gadget to see which city they could have run to. Realization hit him when he reached the end; they had an infected person running around Raccoon City. Immediately, he set up a reconnaissance team; they needed to track down this person and either capture or eradicate the possible threat.
William Birkin stood and looked at his computer with confusion as an ERROR message appeared across the screen. The samples the U.B.S.C. team brought in for identification for the possible infected person came up with nothing. He took the blood sample that was in the microscope slide and brought it underneath the microscope, unwilling to accept that nothing came from the tests. He was sure he would see something about the T-virus or even information about who the person was at least.
He peered into the microscope and was baffled. “What the hell is this?” He asked as he looked at the sample.
Suddenly, the door to the lab opened and William was greeted by his friend and colleague; Dr. Albert Wesker. “William, did you read this report?” He asked him, holding up a manilla folder with papers inside.
He was just as curious as William was about the incident. Not only did they kill their precious lab rats, but they also left a bloody scene at the Raccoon City Park. The Police wrote it off as a vicious animal attack and nothing more as they silently cleaned the scene and closed the case. Now there was a rogue T-virus infected person running around who possibly bonded successfully to the virus and couldn’t spread it. This incident quickly became something that was very important to Wesker.
“Yeah...” William replied uninterested in Wesker’s excitement as he looked at the blood sample through the microscope. “Albert... look at this.” He offered and moved aside.
Wesker put down the folder at the table while giving William a look of confusion. He peered into the microscope. Everything for blood was there; the red blood cell molecules looked like the normal biconcave discs--- “What the fuck.” Wesker stated. Why do their blood cells have a nucleus?
“Do you see it too?” William asked excitedly.
“William, are you sure this is the correct blood sample?” Wesker asked in disbelief.
“Yes, of course.” William scoffed at him; as if he was stupid enough to mix up samples. “Look at it again, do you see any signature of the T-virus as well?”
Wesker looked at the sample again and replied with dissatisfaction. “No.”
Wesker frowned. This was not what he was hoping to find from any sample they gathered. He went back to the file to reread the team's report. He looked through it while reading what they wrote.
Subject seems to be an average heighted woman, unable to distinguish her looks other than her height from the camera's angles and poor quality. From witness testimonies of the homeless populace, the subject was bloodied and looked as if she was attacked. No sign of aggression towards them or anyone for the matter. Last seen walking through Raccoon City around 3 A.M. No longer bloodied or wounded but in tattered clothing.
Wesker scrunched his face. No sign of aggression?
This was a breakthrough; all subjects injected with their virus showed massive aggression to others, decrepit or larger than normal figures, and no intelligence. He continued reading; subject entered an Army recruiting center and signed a contract. Current location: unknown.
“William, did anything come from her tests?” Wesker asked him, his eyes not leaving the papers.
William sighed heavily. “No...,” he slightly growled out of annoyance. “The subject didn’t even populate on the human registry. It’s as if she doesn’t exist.”
Wesker’s fingers slid over the photos that were taken from the video footage. There was no way that she wasn’t infected with the virus. She wouldn’t have been able to live from these wounds. This specimen was intact and didn’t exhibit the grotesque mutations others had. It seemed as if she had retained her intelligence when others did not. She sought after the city and the Army recruiter.
The Army? He hummed at the thought of joining the Army in pursuit of the subject. Before he could though, he needed to finish up with what he was doing with William and Umbrella.
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Basic training was worthless for you. In your youth, you also joined the military in your 'previous life’. You spent the four years needed for your contract and left to pursue your higher education. Basic training with your new strength and prior experience, was laughable. Nonetheless, you finished with the highest score for physical training and education. They barely explained your MOS to you before you were thrown into training for a job you had no idea what it was about.
The training for your MOS was a whirlwind of exhausting things. Once you arrived, they told you it was infantry, but the things you learned didn’t feel as if it was just infantry. You had found yourself in gruesome training with a notable character from the game. They taught you knife fighting, acrobatics, and in-depth firearms training. It extended to other things that included survival training and rescue operations in multiple different environments. You conquered all of it while being painfully aware of your changes, including your eyes.
Because of your fast adaption to the military and its arduous training, people with higher pay grades hstarted to take notice of you. The T-Virus made you the perfect super soldier; you could see how these generals looked at you with greedy eyes. It was disgusting but you knew what you were getting into when you entered the recruiter's office. You had to push through the leering stares that reflected greedy ambitions within the shine of their eyes.
After months of grueling training for your MOS, the new year had passed, and it was 1990. You only had eight years before Raccoon City was destroyed. Would you even want to come back to Raccoon City and try to save it? You have quite a bit of time to decide. You weren’t able to think too much about your decision as the General threw you into all types of training and kept you busy.
Before you knew it, you had become an Army Ranger, who graduated at the top of her class and became the first female Ranger in history. This was unprecedent and unusual for a woman to be allowed into Ranger training. The course wasn’t even open to females but with certain serpentine tongues from high-ranking officials, you were pushed into the training. Your completion of the course brought nothing but envious looks and barbed tongues.
Whispers of you sleeping your way to the top spread around the platoon and the force. There was no way you were stronger than the men in the Ranger course. The whispers and crude words only stopped when you beat the multiple men who stepped up to you. You were quick to show that you earned your title and beret--- even if you slightly cheated because of the virus. The courses were not just a test of strength but also a test of mental strength.
Soon you became famous across the Army. The Sergeant who became the first female Ranger. There was a basic understanding of the Army ranking structure when you first joined, but you did not expect to push through ranks so quickly while only in for a year and half.
“Sergeant.” Someone yelled at you from across the room.
You looked up from polishing your rifle. Your blue eyes landed on his person, piercing his eyes as you stared causing him to blush. He lifted a piece of paper and waved it in the air.
“You have orders from the General.”
You stood up and took the paper away from his hand gently. You lightly brushed his hand, and he gulped. You ignored his nervousness and opened the letter while standing in front of him. You smiled.
“It seems I’m moving to Germany.” you said excitedly.
You left the United States two months after dealing with a small delay. The only reason why you were delayed two months to reach Germany was because of issues with your newly created identity. Issues arose with your background; you choose to keep your real ethnicity to help speed up the process. You were a (Y/E) born in America, in 1970. You were ‘just turning’ twenty-one by the time you would reach Germany soil.
Besides the issues, it seems the General wanted you to join Delta Force. They were going to push you into that force one way or another, if they had to bribe a German official, they would do it. You could easily tell why they were pushing you into Delta Force; they were testing to see how well you could take out their bioweapons. Remembering what you read about Delta Force, you smiled.
There was this odd feeling in your chest of anxiety and excitement. You knew Jill Valentine was also a part of Delta Force. In fact, she was the only women who had joined Delta Force initially. Well, now you stole that title from her. When you first arrived, you didn’t see Jill; you would spend a few months with your team before she soon joined a little bit after you arrived.
Due to you finishing your initial training with Delta Force, you were pushed to train her since you were both women. You didn’t complain; you were excited to meet her and become friends with her. The first time you met Jill was when she arrived in the bay area for introductions.
“Ah, I am so excited to be working with you.” Jill said as she held her hand out. You eyed her up and down, realizing how young she was.
You took it gently and smiled at her. “I am also excited to work with you. You must be amazing if you were recruited in Delta Force.”
She blushed at your words and shook her head. “Not as amazing as you. I’m not sure of anyone who doesn’t know who you are. Many women look up to you.”
You slightly smiled at her words. If only everyone knew how much you were technically cheating. They wouldn’t think you were amazing then.
Training began quickly and brutally. Jill showed incredible prowess with bomb disposal and lockpicking. As she should; you remember her in the games always with a lockpick. She kept up with you as best as she could and you would slow down to help her catch up. As her Sergeant, you quickly took her in as a protege to teach her more than she would have ever learned. Your friendship quickly bloomed as you both experienced Germany together as close friends.
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September 1990
You had found yourself amid the Persian Gulf War. You quickly realized how closely history matched that of your home realm. There were slight iterations that were not the same, including the types of things you were fighting. Your boots hit the ground with a small team from Delta Force, pushing the coalition and build up. You remember this operation very well from history books.
Jill had been chosen to come with the team despite the fact she hadn’t fully finished training. Thankfully, your Captain led this team into a small middle eastern country. Unlike others who first laid their boots on dusty ground in more open operations, Delta Force was ordered to complete a secret investigation into the country's capital. Your only mission was to investigate the Army that had pushed through the city and captured it; nothing more.
You didn’t realize how bad it would get so quickly.
A secret post had been set up in an abandoned building. It was only abandoned because of the sudden attack on the city. Whole families uprooted from their lives, all in the pursuit of money and oil. It was no wonder now why the U.S. stepped in and secretly sent their special operators in to spy on the aggressors. As you and a few of the other team members finished setting up equipment, the building collapsed in an explosion.
The team was compromised on day two of the operation, leaving you halfway buried beneath a building with Jill and your British national and bloodied Captain, Jared Campbell. When the initial explosion occurred, you grabbed Jill to shield her from any shrapnel that would fly her way. Captain Campbell, being close to both of you, had also done the same, shielding both you and Jill from the second, third, and fourth explosion, with finally the floor collapsing beneath you.
It wasn’t as if you couldn’t move around; wherever the three of you landed it looked as if it was just the basement. Large portions of concrete, familial items, and smoke covered the area. It was dark and difficult to see, the smoke forcing you to click on a flashlight, only for it to fracture against the dust cloud. Your body ached from the landing, but you were overall fine. Jill got up, coughing up a lung as she reached out to try and find her rifle and then turn her flashlight on. Captain Campbell did not get up as quickly as you and Jill, causing you to be concerned.
“Captain?” You called, reaching around through the smoke to find him.
He couldn’t have gone far from you; he softened your and Jill’s landing. Your hand did land on him, touching his facial hair before frantically checking if he was breathing. He grumbled from your touches, swatting you away before sitting up.
“I’m alright---!” He cried out in pain.
“What?” you asked worriedly before the scent of blood smacked you in the face.
You held back any hunger that dared to rear its head at this moment. When the dust finally settled, you finally saw why he groaned in pain. His leg was broken; an open fracture to be precise on his right leg.
“Shit that’s bad.” Jill commented, having found her rifle and now helping you situate the Captain.
He scoffed. “This? This is nothing.” He boasted before he clicked his tongue at you to make you stop assessing the damage.
“Captain----” you began, before you were interrupted.
“Jared. Skip the pleasantries Bonnie, we don’t have time for that.” He snapped.
Bonnie? “Jared.” you replied sternly. He was extremely stubborn for no reason. “I’m going to disinfect your wound and then wrap your leg.” You pulled out a small medical kit from your pouch; just enough anti-septic to use for his fracture.
He gave you a peculiar look. “Nothing in your personnel file stated you were a combat medic.” he chided, not amused by your soon to be attempt to wrap his protruding wound.
“Just because it wasn’t doesn’t mean I don’t know how.” you spat back. This is where your training from home came in; you were glad that this knowledge didn’t go to waste. “Jill, help me.” you asked her hurriedly. She quickly moved to the other side of Jared, laying down her rifle.
“No, don’t.” He responded, looking at Jill. “Leave me and get out of here.” He ordered.
You and Jill looked at one another; you lightly nodded your head no at her. She grimaced; she was just a private, you a sergeant, and he a Captain in the British Army that oversaw your platoon.
“Oh, fer fuck’s sake; that’s an order.” Jared then commanded.
“I’m going to disregard that.” you stated, knowing you had no right to. You could already see the court martial waiting for you back in Germany after this. “Bite down on this unless you want to lose your tongue.” You said, shoving a dusty towel you found in the rubble into his mouth.
Before he could pull the towel out, you poured the anti-septic on his open wound. He screamed from the sudden burning sensation, slamming his fist against the concrete. You ordered Jill to break the wooden dining table chairs that fell with you, using the wooden legs to make a makeshift splint. With his open fractured being set into a splint, Jared was now on a timer. You had done this in a less than sterile environment, risking infection even if you put anti-septic on it before wrapping it.
The makeshift splint was tied together by a ripped-up tablecloth. As you finished tying together the splint, screams were heard above you. Familiar voices of people screaming for something to get away, followed by gunshots, and then silence. Silence fell between everyone as you finished up Jared’s splint, your eyes trailing upward every couple of seconds in terrifying anticipation.
Jared had already pulled out the towel from his mouth, silently cursing at you for what you did. When he heard his men being murdered above him, he quickly pulled out his pistol from its holster.
“You ladies need to leave.” He quietly ordered again.
But you couldn’t do that. Although you’ve only known him for a few months, he was a great leader and colleague. He even mentioned to you and Jill he had been thinking about proposing to his longtime girlfriend back in England once he came back from this mission. It was his roundabout way to ask you and her for help choosing a ring. You couldn’t do it. You grabbed his arm, turned around, and threw him on your back. He was heavy but wasn’t as heavy as you initially thought.
“Jill, grab your rifle and be ready.” you ordered, grabbing your own handgun to use.
“Bonnie, put me down.” Jared ordered.
“I can’t.” you responded, ignoring more foul words towards you.
You had Jill take the lead, finding a place for you and her to climb out of the basement and onto the first floor. Jared had finally calmed down, using your shoulders as a level for him to shoot his gun as needed. It was completely dark upstairs; the flashlight Jill had attached to her rifle illuminating anything she pointed at. Her light frantically looked around until she spotted blood splattered on a wall. Following the blood splatter downwards, a body of a Delta Force operator was found. Without his head.
A light gasp escaped Jill’s lips as she slowly walked up to the body. You got closer as well, your nose flaring at the smell of blood and... something else? Jared commented in your ear, interrupting your train of thought. He sounded both disgusted and sorrowful about the revelation. Jill kneeled at the body and inspected it.
“This looks like bite marks.” She quietly examined.
Your flashlight moved around the rubble to see if there was anything else when it landed on a large smear of blood on the floor. The blood was smeared from a dragged body, leading you to another operator's body that was missing his arm and leg in the same fashion as the others.
“What the fuck.” Jared whispered angrily. “What could have down this?”
You couldn’t think of anything that could have done this. Nothing of this nature was mentioned in history books.
“Here’s another one.” Jill stated her light on another mangled body missing portions of his body.
A lump was beginning to build up in your throat. Whatever this was, it was large enough to fight off three operators and then eat them. Your concern now was on the last operator as this was a seven-man operation. Jill, Jared, and you accounted for three people and then three bodies. Where is the fourth? Your questions were answered as you and Jill moved forward.
Between everybody's labored and anxious breaths keeping the silence at a steady beat, sounds of droplets hitting concrete shattered it. Jill’s flashlight found the source; a pool of blood steadily grew with each drop of blood that fell from the ceiling. She reluctantly lifted her flashlight up, revealing a giant brown spider crunching away at your last teammate. Chills ran down your spine when you realized what type of spider this was.
“Camel spider.” Jared whispered in your ear. “But the size?” He realized in astonishment.
You wanted to say this was a mutated camel spider; the giant spider was the odd smell you smelled before. The smell of rot. Infection. It noticed the new group of people that showed up, dropping the body that fell and cracked against the ground. You and Jill watched in horror as it dropped off the side of the wall to the ground level, and bull rushed towards you and her.
You and Jill jumped away from the rushing spider to opposite sides. You landed roughly on your stomach as you tried to protect Jared. He deposited himself off you and slid to hide behind a leaning piece of concrete. He was rushing to get his gun and knife ready to take his stand against the spider. You stumbled to get up on your feet, grabbing your knife and handgun to help Jill who had begun fighting.
Jill fumbled as much as you did, almost getting taken down by another charge. It rushed and smashed into pieces of concrete, smashing it into smaller pieces with its large body. Jill had lost it in the darkness as she attempted to illuminate where it crashed and shoot it on sight. She found only broken pieces.
“Where the hell did it go?” She asked frantically.
You could hear something being dragged against the concrete, your eyes adjusting to the darkness. You blinked a few times as you attempted to locate where you heard the sound, until finally your eyes landed on the giant spider stealthily sitting above Jill as it tapped its two frontal appendages on the ceiling. You reacted before it pounced, shoving Jill away to take the hit from the spider. You shoved your knife into what you assumed was its mouth as it landed on you.
Their large scissor-like mouth sliced through your gear, drawing your blood. Although you shoved a knife into its mouth, it didn’t bother it. Your other hand lifted and began shooting into its long body to force it off you. Jill recovered from your push, her rifle laying into the spider. It refused to leave you, pushing itself against you and attempting to bite down its jaw to cut your arm off.
You lifted your leg and kicked at it, forcing it to jump off you. Your knife slid out of its jaw, bringing green liquid with it as it rushed out of its wounds. You were covered with what you assumed was its blood, standing up to look for it as it once again hid. You and Jill took this moment to reload, quickly replacing clips before the spider ambushed someone. Your eyes looked around, using your flashlight this time to prevent suspicion.
It landed on top of the concrete slab Jared was using to hide, crushing him beneath it as it attempted to reach him with its front appendages. Jared’s knife came around and found its sheath in its eyes, blinding it and forcing it to remove itself. Jill provided you with fire support, unloading her clip into the spider as you drew closer with a knife. Your body trembled as you got closer to it and finally grabbed one of its legs and sliced it off.
You did this with each leg, cutting off all eight, its extra front appendages, and then finally its head. Jill had stopped shooting it as you were dissecting it. It had long died after you had cut the front appendages, but in your frenzy and as a precaution, you sliced its head off. Slicing through the exoskeleton wasn’t easy, and the crunching sounds were mind-numbing. You huffed excessively and dropped your knife covered in green gunk.
You were covered in green gunk as well; your gear tainted with the spider's blood. You took the tainted gear off, leaving it behind as you went to help Jared. He grunted as he helped you push the concrete slab off him. He stared at you for a moment once he was freed.
“You alright kid?” He asked you.
You were trembling so much, your skin could’ve vibrated off your muscles. You lifted Jared onto your back in silence.
“Kid, I can feel you trembling beneath me; are you sure you're, okay?”
“Sergeant?” Jill then asked, walking towards you and placing her hand on your shoulder.
Her hand was warm on your clammy body. You adjusted Jared on your back and then finally swallowed that lump in your throat.
“I-I just really don’t like bugs.” you finally told them.
Jared scoffed. “God damn it.”
The entire situation that had unfolded in front of the team was dramatic in itself; the giant bugs were something you weren’t looking forward to and not something you were trained against. The thought of this happening again in the near future was daunting. Your Captain called for an extraction, and you quietly led them to it. Jill silently listened to your orders as Jared rested on your back.
The return home was to be expected; Jared wrote a report on the mission and provided it to the Commander. The unexpected part was you being pulled into said Commander’s office. The three-star General looked at you from his executive chair while in dress uniform. He smiled at you and threw Jared’s report on his desk.
“It’s nice to see you again.” General Williams welcomed. His words sounded kind on the outside, but you knew behind that kindness was nothing but vitriol.
General Williams was the man who pulled you in the Army, ‘taking you underneath his wing’ as he’s told you and others. He pushed you into all the training you did and dragged you to Germany to join his prized Delta Force.
“I read this report from Captain Campbell. He mentioned in his report that there may have been a violation of the Biological Weapons Convention. What are your thoughts?” He asked you.
Why do my thoughts matter? You attempted to hold back your face from giving away your thoughts. You disliked this man profusely.
“There is a possibility.” You began, attempting to tread carefully with your words. “The size of the spider was not normal, neither was the things... it did to the team.”
He nodded as if agreeing, a smirk on his lips. “I see. Have you ever seen anything like that before?” He then asked. His voice felt like nails on a chalkboard for you.
You shook your head. “No Sir.” You quietly responded.
He adjusted himself on his chair, leaning back and placing his elbows on the arms of the chair to interlace his fingers. His smirk was still on his lips when he dismissed you.
After that mission, Jared was down for the count. He went back to England as he recuperated and came back two months later married. You were sent on multiple back-to-back missions to investigate the claims of the Biological Warfare Convention violations in the middle east. Some of them were solo and others were with a team that was almost wiped out each time. Each time you found something, you knew it was linked to Umbrella.
You coped with the loss of life and the budding nightmares by partying with Jill when you got back from those missions. Alcohol didn’t give you the buzz it used to but over time you realized it would after blood loss. Your missions weren’t exactly the easiest on you; you would be shot or stabbed with either a sharp object or shrapnel. The alcohol quenched the thirst of your oncoming neurosis and blood pushed back the monster that used your body.
The blood of your comrades stained your lips, so how could you not use alcohol to wash it away? You spent an entire year going back and forth just like that with Jill, until it halted in 1991. Certain members of Delta Force received notification for a long deployment. News of the Commanding officer who would preside over this deployment reached your ears; they had arrived only to continue forward towards the area of responsibility before Delta would join them.
They briefed you before you left; your team had been chosen to deploy to protect a unit that was being sent to Africa. You shuddered when they provided the Commanding officers' name during the brief: Albert Wesker. You had forgotten. Wesker was part of the Army during his lifetime. As you started to remember the scenes from Raccoon City, you remembered that he was in the laboratory beneath the Arklay mountains when you awoke.
He’s on his way now to Africa, and you have been tasked to help protect his unit, along with three other Delta Force members. After being in this hell hole for two years, you tried your best to avoid Umbrella but obviously couldn’t. You knew that you would cross paths with some of the main characters from the game series, but you wanted to avoid Wesker entirely.
It seems the universe had other plans for you. Maybe you were sent here to stop Raccoon City from being obliterated. Maybe you were here to save the Alpha and Bravo team of S.T.A.R.S. You were unsure. What you were sure of was that you would be spending at least eight months or more in Africa near Albert Wesker.