Reanimated Humanity
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Chapter 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil, and I do not make any money from these writings.
Author: RaveEchidna
Resident Evil 5- Reanimated Humanity
Chapter: 3
Ravens gossiped as they gorged themselves. The meat was still warm the blood fresh, the carcass was less then an hour old. One of the cackling murder perched on the rough wooden stake that had been driven cruelly through what had once been a cow. Dark eyes glared, feathered ruffled. They hissed puffing up as the humans drew near. This was their meal, they had found it first. A dark gleam of malicious intelligence was in their beady eyes.
Chris shuddered, it had been crows that had had killed one of his good friends, they had swarmed him, picking apart his flesh and leaving behind a hardly recognizable and infected ruin. He remembered how hard his gun shook in his hand, how his mouth had gone dry when he had seen Forest on his feet shambling towards him both eyes pecked out, rivulets of yellow tinted liquid running from the empty sockets tracing the paths tears would have. He made himself move past the birds giving them wide birth. He was amazed his hand didn’t shake as he reached out and opened a nearby door. He wanted badly to be out of the murder’s line of vision, he did not trust those birds or their appraising inkwell gaze.
His world dimmed for a second, blindness threatening to steal away his vision. He blinked a few times forcing his eyes to adjust to the murky room. Rugged and crude the room looked slapped together from scraps that had been lifted from junkyards and other condemned chambers. At first Chris didn’t see them his mind didn’t register them. Skulls had been stacked neatly on a shelf like colorful bottles of booze in a frat boy’s dorm room. –Civilized my fucking left nut.- Other than the gruesome pile of bleached bones, the room was empty.
The next room yielded yet another mutilated carcass. Chris wanted so badly to believe that the mound of flesh had belonged to some kind of animal, but he could not make himself check to see what the limbless mass was. After seeing the neatly gathered skulls, thoughts of cannibalism didn’t seem at all far fetched.
Chris’s back went rigid as he advanced forward a faded green door lead into the next chamber. He could hear the garbled barking and slurs in the odd native tongue of this region. The snarling turned and bloomed into the cacophony of an epic domestic dispute. Glass smashed, objects were kicked over. “Cover me.” His voice was a soft growl something his ‘partner’ would be able to hear but would be lost over the howling and stomping.
The door opened on hinges that screamed. Two guns were drawn and they gleamed with malice in the midday sunlight that filtered threw partly broken windows. Chris blinked his eyes scrambled to adjust to the new light.
In the middle of the floor three men hunched over a prone figure, dark hands hooked like claws, faces were twisted, ropes of drool sliding from gnashing teeth. One hand was pulled back a writhing mass of tentacles lashed and hissed in the deep mahogany hand. The holder of the squirming abomination bent over the screaming pinned man. Savage fingers pried open the wide lipped mouth of the captive, the pearl gate of teeth was cruelly parted, and the apple sized wriggling clot was force fed to the screaming and begging man.
Chris was frozen to the spot it was like his body had turned to stone. His mind railed at him, that what he had seen could not have just happened. His control returned to him as suddenly as he’d lost it and his fingers shifted their grip on his gun before his voice boomed out in a single commanding word. “Freeze!”
The lead assailant turned his face was distorted, Chris’s mind struggled to grasp what it was that he was seeing; it was almost like the man’s face was split by some kind of flower bug bastard child’s mandible. The strange organ snapped at him before it slid seamlessly back into puffed and split lips. The tainted man grunted out something the words garbled and slimy. The attackers turned away from agents and bolted off in different directions.
Breathe, exhale, three men three shots. Two were to the head leaving pulped ruins the third and leader of the group fell forward landing hard on the ground with a blown out knee cap. “Sheva keep your gun on him.”
Chris edged close to the man that had been attacked, part of him knowing that what he was doing was possibly the dumbest thing he’d ever done.
Before his eyes the man twitched and squirmed on the floor his fingernails leaving gashes in the dirt and dust as they chipped and broke. Suddenly the man arched spaying a line of bloody vomit across the floor and the gunman’s boots his chest heaving as his eyes wept.
A question tumbled from his mouth one that was hardwired into the human condition. “Man, are you okay?” He placed a hand on the man’s shoulder giving it a light squeeze that was meant to be comforting.
Wild arms swung and batted Chris away, the unknown man grasped and gagged as he clawed at his throat and face leaving deep and oozing slashes. A scream was torn from his raw throat as his face snapped up to gaze upon the sky, his eyes welling with blood. Achingly slow the man staggered and jerked to his feet his steps wobbly, unsure. His head lowered.
-What the fuck?-
A sudden burst of speed, and the still weeping man rushed forward his grasping hands seeking to bury themselves into the white flesh of the outsider.
Dully Chris could hear Sheva scream and he hoped that she could handle herself, the gun in his had reversed and he brought the metal butt down against the attacking man’s skull with as much force as he could muster. He felt it cave in the bone and blood licked at his hand as the man crumpled to the floor. Without thought his heavy booted foot came down hard into the back of the man’s neck with enough force to be fatal. Across the room he could hear three shots ring out and a body fall.
“What just happened?” Sheva’s voice fluttered with each shaking breath. Her eyes wide, she’d killed people in her past but she’d never been so close to them she had never had to see them really die before her eyes, or have to worry about them having a chance to kill her. Her hands were shaking. “What were they?”
The veteran agent shook his head his ears straining to hear anything. “I don’t know, they didn’t act or even look like any kind of B.O.W. that I’ve ever seen.” He was going to say more but he could hear more of them he was sure of it, he looked around for an exit and his eyes landed on a window. –Oh yeah I am getting to old for this- He took a breath before he broke into a short sprint and jumped through the pane of glass. His mind was far too concerned with making a proper landing he could walk away from, so he totally missed his new partner’s almost gymnastic display.
Author: RaveEchidna
Resident Evil 5- Reanimated Humanity
Chapter: 3
Ravens gossiped as they gorged themselves. The meat was still warm the blood fresh, the carcass was less then an hour old. One of the cackling murder perched on the rough wooden stake that had been driven cruelly through what had once been a cow. Dark eyes glared, feathered ruffled. They hissed puffing up as the humans drew near. This was their meal, they had found it first. A dark gleam of malicious intelligence was in their beady eyes.
Chris shuddered, it had been crows that had had killed one of his good friends, they had swarmed him, picking apart his flesh and leaving behind a hardly recognizable and infected ruin. He remembered how hard his gun shook in his hand, how his mouth had gone dry when he had seen Forest on his feet shambling towards him both eyes pecked out, rivulets of yellow tinted liquid running from the empty sockets tracing the paths tears would have. He made himself move past the birds giving them wide birth. He was amazed his hand didn’t shake as he reached out and opened a nearby door. He wanted badly to be out of the murder’s line of vision, he did not trust those birds or their appraising inkwell gaze.
His world dimmed for a second, blindness threatening to steal away his vision. He blinked a few times forcing his eyes to adjust to the murky room. Rugged and crude the room looked slapped together from scraps that had been lifted from junkyards and other condemned chambers. At first Chris didn’t see them his mind didn’t register them. Skulls had been stacked neatly on a shelf like colorful bottles of booze in a frat boy’s dorm room. –Civilized my fucking left nut.- Other than the gruesome pile of bleached bones, the room was empty.
The next room yielded yet another mutilated carcass. Chris wanted so badly to believe that the mound of flesh had belonged to some kind of animal, but he could not make himself check to see what the limbless mass was. After seeing the neatly gathered skulls, thoughts of cannibalism didn’t seem at all far fetched.
Chris’s back went rigid as he advanced forward a faded green door lead into the next chamber. He could hear the garbled barking and slurs in the odd native tongue of this region. The snarling turned and bloomed into the cacophony of an epic domestic dispute. Glass smashed, objects were kicked over. “Cover me.” His voice was a soft growl something his ‘partner’ would be able to hear but would be lost over the howling and stomping.
The door opened on hinges that screamed. Two guns were drawn and they gleamed with malice in the midday sunlight that filtered threw partly broken windows. Chris blinked his eyes scrambled to adjust to the new light.
In the middle of the floor three men hunched over a prone figure, dark hands hooked like claws, faces were twisted, ropes of drool sliding from gnashing teeth. One hand was pulled back a writhing mass of tentacles lashed and hissed in the deep mahogany hand. The holder of the squirming abomination bent over the screaming pinned man. Savage fingers pried open the wide lipped mouth of the captive, the pearl gate of teeth was cruelly parted, and the apple sized wriggling clot was force fed to the screaming and begging man.
Chris was frozen to the spot it was like his body had turned to stone. His mind railed at him, that what he had seen could not have just happened. His control returned to him as suddenly as he’d lost it and his fingers shifted their grip on his gun before his voice boomed out in a single commanding word. “Freeze!”
The lead assailant turned his face was distorted, Chris’s mind struggled to grasp what it was that he was seeing; it was almost like the man’s face was split by some kind of flower bug bastard child’s mandible. The strange organ snapped at him before it slid seamlessly back into puffed and split lips. The tainted man grunted out something the words garbled and slimy. The attackers turned away from agents and bolted off in different directions.
Breathe, exhale, three men three shots. Two were to the head leaving pulped ruins the third and leader of the group fell forward landing hard on the ground with a blown out knee cap. “Sheva keep your gun on him.”
Chris edged close to the man that had been attacked, part of him knowing that what he was doing was possibly the dumbest thing he’d ever done.
Before his eyes the man twitched and squirmed on the floor his fingernails leaving gashes in the dirt and dust as they chipped and broke. Suddenly the man arched spaying a line of bloody vomit across the floor and the gunman’s boots his chest heaving as his eyes wept.
A question tumbled from his mouth one that was hardwired into the human condition. “Man, are you okay?” He placed a hand on the man’s shoulder giving it a light squeeze that was meant to be comforting.
Wild arms swung and batted Chris away, the unknown man grasped and gagged as he clawed at his throat and face leaving deep and oozing slashes. A scream was torn from his raw throat as his face snapped up to gaze upon the sky, his eyes welling with blood. Achingly slow the man staggered and jerked to his feet his steps wobbly, unsure. His head lowered.
-What the fuck?-
A sudden burst of speed, and the still weeping man rushed forward his grasping hands seeking to bury themselves into the white flesh of the outsider.
Dully Chris could hear Sheva scream and he hoped that she could handle herself, the gun in his had reversed and he brought the metal butt down against the attacking man’s skull with as much force as he could muster. He felt it cave in the bone and blood licked at his hand as the man crumpled to the floor. Without thought his heavy booted foot came down hard into the back of the man’s neck with enough force to be fatal. Across the room he could hear three shots ring out and a body fall.
“What just happened?” Sheva’s voice fluttered with each shaking breath. Her eyes wide, she’d killed people in her past but she’d never been so close to them she had never had to see them really die before her eyes, or have to worry about them having a chance to kill her. Her hands were shaking. “What were they?”
The veteran agent shook his head his ears straining to hear anything. “I don’t know, they didn’t act or even look like any kind of B.O.W. that I’ve ever seen.” He was going to say more but he could hear more of them he was sure of it, he looked around for an exit and his eyes landed on a window. –Oh yeah I am getting to old for this- He took a breath before he broke into a short sprint and jumped through the pane of glass. His mind was far too concerned with making a proper landing he could walk away from, so he totally missed his new partner’s almost gymnastic display.