Chrisker One-Shots

Recieve You

Summary:

While on a search mission in the Guatemala Rainforest, Chris Redfield and his partner get captured in a prison camp. Escaping, Chris didn't expect to run into his former Captain of S.T.A.R.S.
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Three hours and fourty two minutes, in counting.

Chris Redfield only focused on the time since he had been unceremoniously dropped off at this unmarked camp out in the outskirts of somewhere he didn't know. All he knew was that it was located somewhere in the sweltering yet rainy Guatemala, a place he and a few of his partners had been investigating due to suspicious warnings of a black market deal but he hadn't expected his night to get this sour so soon.

It was an uncomfortable mixture of muggy but rainy, Chris having found it hard to really breathe the moment they landed in the general area but that was the least of the group's worries when they were quickly ambushed by a group of gorillas. Not one of them spoke a lick of English and Chris found it really hard to understand what they had been shouting at each other back and fourth outside of the prison cell he was currently being held in.

A few thoughts ran through his mind as he tried to piece together what he could but he wasn't language savvy, he knew bits but trying to put together a full sentence was hard.

Where were his partners? What happened to Samantha?

Chris couldn't help himself but he had more concern for her than himself, he didn't want to imagine what the gorillas were possibly subjecting the woman to at this moment. Sighing angrily, he pushed himself upwards from the rotting cot he had been laying across, the wetness from the outside rain having ruined the material and the rusted bars on the cell due to no ceiling above them.

Chris grimaced the mess of his clothes, his uniform shirt had been muddied and torn across his abdomen, soaked thoroughly with rain water and highlighting a few cuts and bruises. His grey pants had escaped damage besides mossy stains on his knees but as far as he could tell, there was no other serious damage to his person. No broken bones or torn ligaments – yet anyways, he thought bitterly as he continued to peer through the rusted prison bars.

What the hell were they planning on doing with them? Chris couldn't tell if they were even using bioweapons but they were armed with illegal firearms and had obviously been trying to protect this prison site considering the mass numbered guards roaming about.

Maybe they stumbled onto a drug haul or maybe, he hated to think this thought, a sex trafficking ring. He bit back his uncomfortable shudder at the idea and rubbed a gloved hand through his messy hair.

They had taken his weapons – per usual – and even his knife so if he were to try and make an escape, he wouldn't fair much of a chance against the armed soldiers. Chris still prayed to himself that Samantha was okay and that these men were just holding her captive on a whim – to preserve what they were clearly protecting. Still, there wasn't any luck for things like this and the gut-wrenching feeling of dread continued to worm it's through him.

Then, a bearded guard with burning eyes stopped before his cell. He was also covered in mud but it was probably intentional given his clothes matched that.

Chris eyed him warily, not moving from his spot.

"Who are you? Why were you snooping around our camping zone unauthorized!? Did the Americans send you?" Chris didn't understand what the man suddenly barked at him in a venomous tone, all he could do was helplessly shrug in response.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand – "

The guard spat angrily on the ground before walking away in a fury, Chris watching him leave as loud thunder suddenly clapped overhead. He glanced upwards at the raining night sky, clouds blocking out most of the dark hue but he didn't have time to take in the scenery before more heavy boots approached his cell again.