Chris Redfield x Reader

Fifty

Wrapped in silence, you sat in the passenger seat.

Your forehead was pressing against the cold glass of the window, while your eyes followed the landscape, that was running past.

It had been hours since the two of you had decided to leave this hellhole. Maybe even days.

You had not counted, there was no watch nearby and the cellphones were broken. But if you had to take a guess, you would have said that a day had passed.

The sun was already up in the sky again, as you had awoken from your second nap.

Again, there had been no dreams, no nightmares, no fear nor suffering. Just emptiness. After all this time of being afraid to fall asleep, it was a welcome change. However, you had to admit that those hours of rest were also lonely hours.

Empty hours.

Now, they did no longer serve to remember, but to rest. And rest only.

"Up again?", Chris asked.

His eyes looked heavy.

The way he was sitting in the drivers seat told you that he was tired and was in desperate need of a good nap as well.
You gifted him a smile.

"Let's stop somewhere.", you said.

He raised an eyebrow in an amused manner.

"In the middle of nowhere?", he asked, blinking a few times.

"Let me drive then. You're tired."

He nodded, sighing.

"I am. But... don't get mad, but I do not trust that thing that is keeping you alive. I'd prefer to get used to it before... handing important task to you."

You had to snort.

"Oh, what? You think I'd turn insane in a second and crash the car?"

He just shrugged, visibly looking for the right words to say.

"I mean... yes? I don't know? Look, you do get that I have a point, right?", he smiled in an awkward way.

Playfully annoyed, you rolled your eyes.

"Yeah, sure, whatever, Redfield.", you complained. "Just keep driving and fall asleep. You are the safest way to see god right now."

As you turned your head to show him how offended you were, you caught a glimpse at the back seat. Something caught your attention.

There was a small thing laying back there. It was round, made of metal and had a red light blinking at the top.

At first, you didn't recognise it. But after taking a second glance at it, your mouth opened in surprise. Hastily, you shut it again, before a suspicious sound could escape.

Your eyes jumped back to the road, just in time to notice a sign.

"There!", you pointed towards the sign. "A hostel. How does some rest and a shower sound to you? Want to take a break?"

For a moment, he hesitated.

"That sounds like the beginning of a horror movie.", he admitted with a smirk.

You bumped his shoulder.

"Come on, Chris. You're almost falling asleep."

He rolled his eyes.

"Fine. I guess I could take a nap."

As Chris pulled into the snowy parking lot of the hostel, your heat was beating like crazy. Your mouth was dry and somehow, you were nervous.