Resident Evil Oneshots

{Steve Burnside x Reader} - Handcuffs

Movie/Game : Code Veronica/ N/A

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Fear, it was something anyone could feel with the right motivation and anxiety. Certain situations could trigger this emotion for example, failing a test was worth major points for passing your class. Getting fired from your job, crashing your car, getting in an accident. All of these could have some factor of anxiety or fear into play with your head. Your heart races in your chest as it vibrates against your ribs. The sweat on your palms from how anxious you have become. That feeling in your stomach that just makes you overwhelmingly sick. A feeling of dread and anxiety of not knowing what the future held. That was what you felt right now and you have a perfect example of why.

The handcuffs on your wrists jiggled as your boot came into contact with the bunkhouse door in front of you. The sound of groans filled the air as the walking corpses followed you where you had escaped from. This feeling of your heart racing in your chest never went away, in fact it increased once you realized you couldn't escape them. Trapped like a test mouse in a maze with no way to escape. 

It was supposed to be like any other day on Rockford Island, another day in prison where you were trapped in the juvenile section. It was something you had grown used to which was sad in the month you have been here. The same things happened day in and day out, punishment and rehabilitation for going against Umbrella in some way shape or form. What was supposed to happen earlier was dinner, some type of soup in a dish that was most likely not clean and hadn't been clean for a week. Dinner was supposed to be served and then you were escorted to the showers before bed. Simple, day in and day out routine you had gotten used to after fighting against the guards every day til you gave up. 

But today was different, no it wasn't different as in the meal was different. It was the atmosphere that was different to you in many ways. Starting with how on edge the guards were throughout the day as their radios were buzzing nonstop. Or the fact that dinner was served an hour before it usually was. But what topped the cake was the fact that you heard shouting and screaming as these helicopters flew in above you all. Getting shot at by the towers as these gas chamber bombs were dropped on to the island. The sounds of people's screams were what horrified you as they disappeared into the mist and came back out mindless corpses that walked the earth with vicious tendencies. 

It started out small, the guards decided to cuff everyone in your bunkhouse to keep them from doing anything stupid while they were gone. Disappearing to find back up and to figure out what was going on in the island. But once they were gone everyone was left to fend for themselves, the cuffs on your wrists making it difficult to do anything. Everything seemed to go smoothly for a while, everyone waited on the guards to make their return so the cuffs could be removed from your wrists once more. Yet time passed on which made everyone seem to be on edge, trying to figure out how to get their cuffs off in the mean time. Some escaped after they picked the door, others decided to wait it out in the other room with the beds. While you just waited at a table in the dining room.

The screams and gunshots outside were what kept you alert and on your toes. Still unsure as to what was going on outside, yet you knew you would be defenseless against whatever it was. Thinking your safest option was to just stay in your bunk house and that everything would be fine. Well that was your main thought process anyway, up until you heard the noise of the windows shattering in the back. Groaning and screams erupted from the other side of the bunk house as blood splattered everywhere. Those monsters were leaking inside now, concerned about the amount of flesh that was in here instead of in their stomachs. You screamed as you pushed yourself back and up out of your chair. Watching as one started to walk out, then another. Blood seeped from their lips and any other injuries they had, their skin was gray as if they had been dead for a while now. Yet the prisoner outfits on them told you otherwise, that their time living was cut short just recently.