Corporal RAMBO: MYCETE {Carlos Oliveira Fanfiction}

Chapter 30: Booze

AUTHOR

"Make yourselves comfortable." Said Timothee after closing the doors and securing it. Beyond the empty space near the entrance is the living room with a veranda overlooking the victorian furnitures and fireplace. Through a door adjacent to it is the kitchen and a long dining table.

After an exhausting fight, the BSAA undone their vests and carefully placed their guns on the couches to take a breather. Wicked plopped himself on the vintage carpet while Lee went straight to the kitchen. Chris excused himself to make a phone call.

"Eugh." Allen shivered when a licker passed by him with its tongue dangling out of its mouth. "Don't worry, they won't eat you." Timothee reassured as he placed his car keys on a basket beside a shoe rack.

"What the hell is this?" James pointed at a trail of trickled blood leading up the stairs. Fresh blood. Wicked opened one eye while Allen peered through James shoulders.

"It must be Carlos." Wicked concluded before dipping his head back to the carpet. James scurries through the couches and fished something from his bag. Concern all over his face. Before he goes back to the stairs, he looks at Timothee.

"Third room to the left."

James nodded and followed the blood drops. Clutching the black bag he took earlier between his biceps. At the top, he turned to the left and saw a sofa just beside said room. There on the sofa is the person he was looking for. "Jesus Christ."

Carlos was topless and his lifeblood dripped due to the slashes he got from Y/n's weave. James frantically bent and rummaged through the bag, which appears to be a medkit.

"I'm okay, man. Seriously."

James tsked. "Okay my ass. You wanna bleed to death?"

Carlos didn't reply back so James took that as a cue to start cleaning his wounds. "Where is she?"

Carlos sighed. "Locked herself in there. I assume she's in the shower since I heard the water running."

As James proceeded to apply bandages, the latter glanced at the glass window beside them where glimpse of lighting flashed in the dark sky. It was a long night indeed. He thought about what happened to Waffenranch is quite similar to what happened back in Raccoon City. The fire, the screams, evacuating.... Not to mention the monsters.

But he was washed with relief, knowing that they evacuated all of the people. If not all, at least it's more than the amount they got out of RC.

"Done." James grunted as he stood up, rubbing his numb legs and putting back the supplies in the medkit. He sat down beside Carlos and leaned his head against the wall. There was a moment of silence, save for the rain and the lickers casually passing by. Either through the ceiling or the floor.

"How does it feel like? To be around Bioweapons?" Asked James.

Carlos mimicked his position now they're both staring at the wall in front of them. "I don't see them as one. I mean, yeah, they're Bioweapons but they're human as well. You just gotta look past that title and shit."

"Extraordinary beings, huh? I get your point. Considering how we're working with them." James nudged his arm. "And you even loved one."

Carlos chuckled as he thought about Y/n.

Suddenly a licker climbed up the stairs, followed by Timothee. The two BSAA shivered at the sight of the creature but it was too quick to notice.

"The guys are cooking down there. You two should join them. " He suggested as the second door opened on its own and more, MORE lickers exited the room.