Love and grief. Mother Miranda x Reader

Raccoon City

Chapter 20

Next morning was cold, very cold. I found myself fighting to get out of bed, sitting on the bed, blankets still covering my legs, Miranda had her arm secured in my hips. I leaned my head onto the headboard.Outside, the sun was rising in the horizon. Still on my phone, checking social media, a message from my friend Claire Redfield (Chris sister) popped out.

-Y/n, we need you here as soon as possible, it's your company. The city, everything is chaos, I'm afraid there are no survivors. Reply as soon as you see this message- Great, here we go again. When does it end? Damn it.

-Claire, what's wrong with my company? I left Birkin in charge, and her wife-

-Y/n! Thank god, I don't have a lot of time but yes, precisely he is the one causing this, Dr.William Birkin.-

-I'll be there by night, thank you Claire-

"Hmm, what?" Miranda said tightening her grip on your hips.

"Nothing, Umm I have something to take care of Miranda. I'll return of course, but I don't know when. Please behave with Elena, take care of her." you stated, scratching the back of your neck.

"Wh-what? No" She pulled you back to the bed, grabbing you by your wrist.

"I'll only be gone for a while, I love you" you kissed her lips and finally got out of bed.

Miranda lifted her head from the pillow and glanced at you with a defiant look.
"If you die there I'll find you, revive you and then kill you again" she said with her arms crossed, then she turned around and continued to sleep, she was mad at me, but i have to do this.

"How sweet, I love you too" you laughed without looking at her, you were concentrated choosing your clothes.

In the bathroom, I threw my toothbrush , and some hygiene products into my backpack. Then a hat, first aid, my usual black gloves, and another pair of boots. It may be a lot but I grabbed the letter I'd stolen from Miranda's drawer and the photo I printed of her. I went to the tent were the helicopter was picking me up, after telling Chris, who was now worried about her sister, he made me promise him that I would take care of her, not that she needed help, but I agreed.

As the lights leading out of the village thinned, I looked down from the helicopter and let out a sigh. If someone would like to gift me something, I'm choosing just a free day at the beach. I felt asleep with my head leaning on the window. Eight hours went by and the pilot woke me up.

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Driving through the ruined streets, all I could distinguish were people mutated, but Claire told me that refugees are to head to the Raccoon Police Station for shelter. While I was parking the rented car, I overheard a massive explosion.

"Attention all citizens. Due to the citywide outbreak, you are advised to take shelter at the Raccoon City police station. Free food and medical supplies will be provided to everyone in need."

With no hesitation I reached a Gas Station to keep me safe, looking for Claire, or Leon. I wasn't sure what the hell was going on in this place, it feels...There is something eerily familiar about those streets.

"Y/n! You're here! , Oh my god, this is so unreal..." Claire said while pulling you into a hug

"The police station's not much farther. They'll know something."

"Yeah, but... what if we're the only ones? What if there's no survivors"

"No. There's survivors. It's a big city... there has to be." Leon stated, and the three of us got into his car. And we drove to a roadblock

"Looks like we're walking from here."

"More like running."

"Yeah, good call Claire"

When we were about to get out the car, a mutated human appeared outside the window. I immediately grabbed my handgun from by backpack.

"Jesus Christ!"

"Leon! , Y/n! We gotta back up! What the—!?" A trucker smashed through the mutated people, it rolled over and separated Leon and I from Claire.

"CLAIRE!, YOU OK!?" Leon said, grabbing my hand.

"YEAH! I'M ALRIGHT! HOW ABOUT YOU TWO!?"

"WE CAN'T STAY HERE! IT'S NOT SAFE! WE'LL MEET YOU AT THE STATION!

"I'LL BE THERE!"

"This is outta control! Shit... It's everybody...! They've all turned... There, there's it is...the station."

"I know, if there's a survivor we need to hurry up" you said and made your way into the Police Station

As soon as you entered, you witnessed a police officer be torn in half under a shutter while trying to help both of you. Lt. Marvin Branagh, as he introduced himself, was the only remaining officer. He explained you the situation, that the few remaining police survivors were trying to escape through a secret passageway. While heading the east wing of the building, the helicopter that brought me here, crashed into the second floor corridor. We found Claire outside, but we couldn't open the door so she had to find another way.

What it seemed like one hour later I found a letter:

Consider this a gift for anyone still unfortunate enough to be alive.

Keep your eyes peeled for those creepy fucks that look like they were skinned alive- "lickers," we call 'em. They're blind as bats, but their hearing more than makes up for that.
So long as you don't run around like a total idiot, guns a-blazing, you should be able to slip right by them... probably.
Either way, make like my grandma and creep around as slow as possible around 'em, yeah?
Anyway, not that I wanna go, but duty calls. That, and I've got a friend to avenge.
-David.

The first thing that came to my mind, was how I'll make it out alive from this city, and I still have to find William Birkin, as soon as possible. I don't want my own company to end like the original Umbrella. I'm not letting that happen.

Looking into the building basement, we found the prison cells. Most of the cells were already filled with rotten people. In one of the cells we suddenly found a living person. He is sitting on the bunk, smoking.

"Hello?"

"Hey."

"I don't believe it. Not one but two, real humans."

"You been here long?" Leon said furrowing his eyebrows.

"Long enough. Are we the last ones alive?"

"No, no, there's a few of us..."

"Oh... that's good news, I guess. Unless, of course, Irons sent you."

"Irons...? You mean Chief Irons? Is he still around?"

"Who cares. Hopefully, he's somebody's dinner by now."

" What do you mean by that?"

"He's the bastard that locked me in here."

" I'm sure he had a good reason."

"He did. I was about to blow the whistle on his dirty ass. I'd have done the same thing too, I guess. Hey! I'll make you a deal... Unlock this cell and I'll give you this. There's no other way outta that parking garage! Believe me!"

"Sorry... I, we can't do that. I have to talk to the chief first."

"Look, we're both prisoners in this station. So either we play nice and help each other out— Shit. It's coming."

"What—what's coming?"

"Leon, do as he says, I have a bad feeling" you muttered, tightening the grip on your handgun.

"C'mon—c'mon, don't be an asshole... OK? You need this! Just get me the fuck outta here!"

As he tried to stand up against the wall somebody's hand suddenly breaks through. This hand breaks the man's skull in one squeeze.

"Oh, my god... Who is that!?" Leon turned around.