Chrisker One-Shots

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Chris swift jumped out of the jet, landing roughly as he surveyed the area, unsure of what was lurking in the shadows. It was something he had come accustom to doing now, and in his mind, it was annoying. He constantly found himself looking far into things; like people, his surroundings. Ever since the accident in Raccoon City he hadn't been the same.

Everyone around him could see the newly found paranoia, and constant on edge look he'd give. He was always ready; thinking of what could go wrong, every and anything that could go wrong. And in his mind, this was becoming his new personality.

The brunette quickly pulled his Beretta from its holster, reading it for anything or anyone that was going to get in his way.

So far so good...

The man thought to himself, pushing his way through the large steel doors, his adrenalin spiking as he slowly made his way into the freezing corridor. It was clear from the start why it was so much colder in the small hallway. A large whole fallowed by a carrier plane decorated the wall, as if it wasn't out of the ordinary.

Then Claire must be here... she must be alive still!

A small smile slipped onto the man's face as he walked past the wreckage, keeping a keen eye out for any signs of life, or the living dead. And in the man's mind, finding his baby sister was going to be a breeze. All he had to do was search around what looked to be the small area. Hell she could have been in the bunk room, making their escape easy and quick. And there was nothing he was looking more forward to other then getting off this frozen waste land with his sister.

Chris placed his gun back into its holster that hugged his thigh tightly as he pushed through the bunk house door. The room was dark, damp and... foggy. Not to mention cold as hell.

The lack of light and eerie fog somewhat scared the older man as he stepped further into the room. "Claire... you in here," he called, looking on top and underneath the bunk beds, hoping to catch a glimpse of his sister. "It's me Chris..." finished the man, hearing a small humming nose in the back of the room.

Light sparkled in Chris' eyes as he quickly made his way to the farthest bunk bed, seeing a silhouette of what he presumed to be Claire sitting on the floor, with her head resting against the dirty, miss colored sheets.

"Hey Claire, you... you ok," Chris swallowed hard as he waited for a response, only gaining nothing more than a faint laugh. It didn't sound much like Claire, hell it didn't sound like her at all. But he chalked that up to the sound of his heartbeat pounding in his ears.

Plus, even if it wasn't Claire, that person must have been the one to help her escape Rockfort alive and well. And it was out of character for Chris to just leave someone in need behind. What would Claire think if she found out?

Chris advanced further into the room, trying to get a better look at the figure resting along the bed side. Trying to bring comfort to whoever was resting in the cold dingy room. "You ok," started the man, taking his place next to the unknown figure, hand slightly resting against his gun.

Are... they dead, their so... cold.

The man thought to himself, gently nudging what at close range looked to be a man.

He must be sick... or something...

Chris gently squeezed the shoulder that rested in the palm of his hand, shaking the man again to get his attention. "Hey, I'm here to help... are you ok...?" Chris bent in closer to the figure, until an uneasy feeling washed over him.

"Hump... you help me. Please," stated the 'unconscious' man, gripping Chris' hand in his own, squeezing it, dropping him to the floor in a matter of seconds.