Chris Redfield x Reader

Thirty-Seven

"Shit. Fucking shit.", with a bitter expression on his face, Chris made his way through the village.

He had to get to the place where the helicopter had crashed. Maybe there was something there he could use. But even though he had a mission, he couldn't help and only think about you. It made him crazy, his heart always beat as if he was nervous.

And if he was totally honest with himself, he was. He was nervous and afraid.

"Boss.", Canine's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

"What is it?", Chris knew he sounded tense, but he didn't want to let it show.

"Two BSAA agents ahead.", he informed. "I can take them."

"Don't get cocky."

With a quick glance, he checked everything around the area, there was an old house, empty, but possibly dangerous nonetheless.

At the end of the alley was a toilette and next to it was an old, rusty gate. He had to go through there. But when he tried to carefully create a passage, the gate was stuck.

Immediately, his temper got the best of him. He snapped, impatient as hell.

"Shit.", without thinking about it he suddenly grabbed the gate and tore it open with his bare hands.

The rusted metal crunched and screamed. In the near environment probably everyone could have heard it. Every monster would come to take a look.

A silent curse left his lips, then he squeezed through the gate to the other side.

Immediately, warm air hit him. Light tore apart the darkness of the night. There was fire. Everything was burning, the strange trees that moved, the snow, the ruins.

Everything was lit like a goddamn campfire.

Carefully, he walked further, but had to stop as branches and more trees sprouted from the ground, threatening to tear him apart.

"What the hell is that thing?", Canine asked. "It's all... mutamycete."

Chris took a closer look at the trees.

They wiggled and hit everything around them, including the branched from their neighbouring trees. They looked like the bark was soft, almost like jelly and acted as if they were alive.

"That's probably where Miranda is. Let's go.", Chris rushed forward, making his way through the forest of nightmares.

His mind wandered off, thinking what you would call this place. You would probably call it the Alice in Wonderland forest or something like that. The thought made him smile, but at the same time he felt bitter.

"Holy shit, I must be going crazy...", he mumbled to himself. "Why am I thinking like this?"

He rushed down the little path, as the screams of monster filled his ears. Without looking back, Chris moved faster.

"Bioweapons in sight.", he notified his team.

"We're on it.", Night Howl assured.

Next second, gun shots rang out and the growls and howls were gone.

At least for now.

Carefully, Chris pushed past another house that was laying in ruins.

"The mold might be releasing infectious particulates. Keep your masks on.", Night Howl warned.

"Rodger.", Chris adjusted the mask that was sitting on his nose.

He remembered how you hated that feeling, the tightness and the pressure that came with wearing a mask. Back in the day, he had forced you to wear them, most of the time because for obvious reasons like tear gas or poison. And yet you still had tried to refuse.

The memories made him smile mildly.

Somehow, he missed the sound of your voice. He feared to forget it already.

"Tundra here.", the voice of the woman sounded. "Leaving some supplies in one of the houses, Captain. Help yourself."

He didn't know why, but Chris would have preferred to hear your voice instead of hers. Right now, he didn't feel like communicating with her.

But he had to, because she wasn't able to read his mood swings like you. It could lead to issues. And if he wanted to avoid one thing, it was issues while trying to get you out of the ground alive.

With a quick jump, he escaped the burning hellhole and reached the box with supplies. Grabbing everything he needed, he let his eyes wander through the place.

No monsters, which was good, but some places were still burning. If he wasn't careful, he would get burned in a nasty way. Or worse, burning monsters could attack him.

Fire and monsters. Two things he wasn't thrilled about.

Suddenly, the communicator screeched, announcing another message. Usually, the team took the calm moments to do some smalltalk. But at the moment all of them knew that their boss wasn't in the mood for anything casual. He was tense.

So, whoever it was, they had to inform him about something important.

"Captain, Tundra here again.", the woman announced, squeezing in a break so he was able to get his shit together and not be pissed at her again.

He took a deep breath.

"What's up?", his voice was steady, but there was this hint of a warning in his words.

He wasn't willing to listen to her ranting and bragging again.

"I hate to break it to you, but your little friend has changed locations."

Chris stopped in his tracks. His breath hitched. Suddenly, his heart beat faster.

"What do you mean?", he asked.

"I mean, that the tracker you handed out is moving. So either your friend has lost it and a monster ate it or your little thing is a gonner."

"A gonner? Wh- You're talking nonsense. (Y/N) is probably moving again."

"Captain. The signal hasn't moved in a few hours. Now, it's moving like crazy. Insanely fast."

"Like I said, one of my best soldiers."

"Your best soldier is moving into the wrong direction. Totally wrong. And deeper under the earth. Why?"

Now, he was at a loss for words.

How was he able to defend you now?

Everything was speaking against you. The communication was gone, for god knew how many hours now. There were no signs of life at your location.

No Sounds or a fight. And now that the signal was moving again, he feared that Tundra was right.

But he did not fear that you were being kidnapped by monsters.

He feared that they had already killed you.