Resident Evilove (Lady Alcina Dimitrescu - Resident Evil)

Prologue

Everything was going so fast ... as if the events of the last few days had happened in just a few hours ... that's what Mathias thought in his head, as his tired mind reminded him, in spite of himself, these images still marked in him like a hot iron ...

It had started about two weeks ago ... Mathias, as usual, was in his modest apartment in the city of Chartres, looking for a job in the advertisements on his laptop ... then, this call came on his phone, and that would change his life forever ... his mother had just died, of a cardiac arrest ... for the young man, it was a real shock ... he who had always been close of his parents, his father having died a few years ago ... and now he had lost them both ...

Although having only a very modest bank account, Mathias had wanted, out of honor and respect towards his mother, to pay for the funeral which took place in the cemetery of Chartres where she was buried, on a gloomy day or the rain and the gray clouds were the masters. Mathias was the only member of his family to be present, because he knew it now, he was the last one still alive ... all the others were simple friends of the deceased ...

But a few days later, Mathias was summoned to the notary, who after giving him the papers certifying the inheritance of his mother's money, also revealed to him that he had inherited something else ... Big surprise, Mathias learned that his family had owned a house somewhere in Transylvania for several generations. Mathias then wondered why he had never been made aware of the existence of this house, but the lawyer could not satisfy his curiosity. Mathias knew, however, that his family had Transylvanian roots, with his ancestors apparently having been lords ruling the region in the 1600s.

Now the heir and new owner of a house in Eastern Europe that he had never seen before, Mathias, intrigued, decided to make the trip. Thus, it would allow her to be able, in a way, to mourn her mother, and also to find out why she had kept it a secret all this time. But the young French man was very far from imagining what would reserve this trip for him ...

The memories faded so Mathias could finally come back to reality and the present moment. Opening his eyes and emerging from his unhealthy sleep, he straightened up in the seat he was sitting on, his ears cradled by the sound of the bus engine.

Mathias Derune. 29 years. 1 meter 88. Slender face, blue-green eyes, long brown hair, a small mustache and a small goatee on the chin. A thin body, warmly dressed all in black: boots, pants, t-shirt, large and thick coat, gloves and hat. The minimum necessary for this winter season.

Mathias was a young French writer, having already written a few short horror stories and books, but had never managed to make a name for himself and draw attention to his works. But that hadn't stopped him from continuing to write, being one of his main passions. Mathias had never been the most popular or the most sociable of boys, being rather homey by nature and liking his solitude.

After rubbing his still sleepy eyes and regaining his senses a little, Mathias took the earphones of his mp3 out of his ears, and turned off the metal music he wasn't really listening to now.

Looking around vaguely and silently, he could see that he was still on that bus, sitting in the front row, just behind the driver, a guy in his forties, bald as an egg, who was focused to drive his vehicle. The bus had been driving for several hours now, on a deserted road in the middle of a snowy region, more and more mountainous and rather wild in appearance, with these large forests around. After arriving by plane at Budapest airport, Mathias stayed for a day in a small hotel in the city center, before taking the first bus that could take him to the next small town, where the inherited house was normally located.

Behind him, Mathias could hear the voices of the few other passengers who were making the trip with him. There were barely ten of them in the vehicle, including himself. A couple, with their two children. A man, sitting alone in the back, dressed as an accountant and focused on his laptop. Another man, who since the start of the journey had fallen asleep and was snoring rather loudly. Mathias remembered that the snoring was one of the reasons he put his headphones in his ears.