Resident Evil One-Shots

París (OC)

Upon hearing Marvin's voice, Paris turned her head, green eyes narrowed as she stared at him for a moment, processing his words.
What did he mean by that?
A stupid verse of a poem or a song, but as she glanced around their small group, she was relieved to see that she wasn't the only one hearing his rambling nonsense. Jack had heard it too, now, she watched as the two men argued.
Paris got up, clasped her hands together.

"I'm going to look for food."
She stated bluntly, mostly bored. It was better to get out of a tense situation after all. She didn't yet fully know these people & wasn't keen either to just sit there & let them attract any nearby walkers as their voices rose higher into the night.

Leaving the safety of the campsite, the fire's light dwindling from her vision, Paris pulled out her handgun & flashlight, stalking along the sand bank. Dried reeds gripped & scratched at her boots, begging for her to take her to their water source. The creek bed no doubt had been dried up long ago, leaving the plant life to rot & wilter in the hot sun. Not that the sun was there to bother her now, no, it had set a few hours ago, she didn't keep track of time much, only living like an animal. Still, she craved the companionship of her fellow humans, desiring not to be alone under such gruesome circumstances, the mere thought of hearing a Walker alone at night had been enough to send her running with her tail between her legs. That had been a few weeks ago now. She had been inducted into the group, given a weapon & taught how to use it, she'd even been given a role.

She was the so called 'scavenger' of the group, she had a knack of sorting out puzzles, finding things & was more than excited to go exploring, proud whenever she brought something back to share with the others. Mally's face would light up usually when presented with a decent treat or a fairly good condition toy that she had found. Never a toy that made sound however, that would cause trouble. Paris personally looked for clothes outside of looking for the bare essentials. But she figured that if she found any clothes here, in the creek bed, it would most likely be off a rotting corpse. She twisted her face up in disgust at the thought of that. Paris continued, shining the light over the sandy bank, reeds smacking against her boots the only sound that accompanied her. She didn't find much, she figured she wouldn't. They had stopped in the middle of fuck knows where & that was originally for a rest. Now that she thought about it, she swore she had felt like she was being watched earlier before they set up camp. Two hours later & still empty handed, Paris returned. She froze in her tracks as she returned to where the campsite should've been.

They were gone.
Tents, bags, food, ammo, people.
Nothing was there. Nothing except the embers of a rotting fireplace that Jack had originally created.

"The fuck?"
Paris ran forward, stopped, looked around & grumbled. Gone. Everything, gone. She sighed & stared at the nothingness that was the sandy, endless roads. What was she going to do now?
She gasped & quickly turned, a sharp noise coming from a bush nearby but her flashlight had failed to capture it.

"Hello?"

Was this some kind of sick prank they were playing on her? She sighed & stepped forward in the direction of the sound, gun at the ready.