Oblivious Love (resident evil)

Fear Can't Kill You, But...

   Rebecca found out it was a man sitting in the booth. At least, she thought it was a man. She couldn't tell, since it looked like his face was rotting. His skin was discolored and was practically hanging off of him. Rebecca would've thought she was asleep and that this was some kind of jacked up nightmare, if he wasn't making this god awful groaning noise that shook her to her core and made her realize she was very much awake.

   This was real, and there was... was a.. a corpse! Looking her in the eyes right now. Rebecca's eyes were so wide they almost popped out of her skull. It wasn't until the undead started standing that Rebecca registered she was in danger. It was reaching its arms out to her, and even managed to grab onto her wrist. She yelped,

   "Let go!" She cried out. She immediately felt stupid for that. What kind of groaning, walking, currently attacking corpse would listen to reason? As it started to bring her arm up to its mouth to bite, she resorted to frantically shaking her wrist in hopes he would let go. Luckily his dead arms didn't have the strongest grip, and Rebecca was able to get her arm back fairly quickly to get her pistol ready. She took a few steps away from the danger and aimed the gun toward the monster's face.

   What did Chris teach you Rebecca?

   Keep your feet grounded. She could barely feel them. Her whole body was numb.

   Use the sight to aim. Her hands were shaking and it felt like the gun would go everywhere except where she wanted it to.

   Beware of recoil and shoot. Okay, sure. Was she really about to shoot someone?

   That someone was trying to eat her, so she shut her eyes and pulled the trigger. She heard a squishy noise and a thump. She slowly opened one of her eyes, praying it wasn't her that had fallen and she was now dead in the afterlife.

   She found she was still standing there, her gun pointing at nothing. She aimed it down, and brought her eyes down along with it, to see the corpse collapsed on the ground, a bullet hole between its eyes. Rebecca's mouth dropped, and she felt her stomach rise. She dropped her gun and covered her mouth with her hands.

   Do not throw up.

   You've seen multiple corpses at this point, what's one more?

   Those weren't rotting! And you didn't kill them!

   Wasn't it already dead?

   Rebecca fell to her knees next to the corpse, refusing to look at it again. Her hands were still over her mouth.

   "I-I shot it..." She whispered through her hands. She pulled her hands away and held them out in front of her face. She looked at the bandages that were on her palms. What the heck was tonight?

   And then she heard more groaning that made Rebecca sick to her stomach again. She quickly looked at the corpse she had just shot, but it wasn't moving. She scrambled to grab her gun and looked around the train car, where she saw another one on the other side. It was slowly making its way toward her, its arms outstretched in her direction. Rebecca got up onto her knees and aimed her gun again.

   "Don't chicken out now, Chambers." She said weakly. Gripping her gun tighter, and only hesitating a little bit, she planted two more bullets into that... zombie's chest, and it fell forward onto its face. Okay, so there was more than one. Were they all over the train? She hoped not.

   Only one way to find out. She looked behind her where there was a door to the next car. She swallowed and stood up, gathering up all the courage she could find.

   "Let's do this." She muttered, grabbing the handle and pulling hard.

   The door didn't budge.