Renegade's pov: as seven days pasted and more reports of cannibalistic people in the streets to the point chief irons won't do jack shit about it and I heard nothing from Chris , damn this what I get outta having a older brother.
As the sound of growls and scratches at my apartment door , I think the walkers found out I was in my apartment as my shelter.
With a sigh and getting my duffle bag with the GPS type of thing that was given to me .
I wonder who's watching me, at this point I don't know.
Just as I stepped out of my apartment and started running for life and shooting a few bitters in the head and getting to a vehicle in the parking garage.
I can't believe I'm stuck in my shitty Ford but it will give me some chance to get the fuck outta here. I said to myself and started the truck of mine.
Within two hours , my ford ranger decided to give out on me,which lead me to run most of the way and time to gather more ammonium and some food with some water and caffeine.
Damn this isn't happening. I said to myself and sheltered in a gun store knowing that night is slowly approaching soon.
Shit , let's get the fuck outta here. I said to myself, as I get up and quitely snuck past a heard of zombies.
As I got to a safe area where I can hide in the vehicle , which I hid in between the back hatch and back seats in a 2011 Nissan Pathfinder.
I muted my phone and put sent one last text before I went to sleep.
Love you mom , I'll see you when I get outta raccoon city I promise I'll survive for you.
As I slept in peace without trouble, I knew that I was going to be ok in this chaotic destroyed ghost town city.
As morning hit and I woke up and quitely got out of the vehicle and started walking with a pistol in hand ready for myself just in case I walk into one of the bitters.
As a sound of a stern and handsome voice of a man started to call for me.
oh renegade, come to me my princess. The voice said.
Whole I kept following the sound of the man's voice to see the same guy that was at my apartment from a few days before the outbreak.
There you are my beautiful goddess. He said with a smirk on his face.
Who are you? I asked.
With a chuckle and whispers in my ear, you don't remember me darling? He asked, as he picked me up and in a bridal style.
No. I responded and I looked at him.
It's Wesker and Albert Wesker, my dear. He said to me and knew in was slowly passing out
What did you do to me? I asked him.
I rather not tell you my dear.he responded and watched me pass out.
Albert Wesker's pov:I found my goddess and she doesn't know I made her pass out by a trick I did, oh well she's going to be happy to be me , yet again she may hate me or worse grr her older brother Chris will kill me for holding this beautiful goddess wearing a black sweater dress and ripped leggings with her combat boots.
The thoughts of me keeping her and making her mine is my goal while I take on this new world.
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where my demons hide (Albert Wesker And OC)
FanfictionAs 24-year-old renegade Briggs was your typical collegestudent that drives around and listens to music while dealing with issues she faces along the way. Until everything changed , her hometown turned into a ghost town full of zombies and survivors...
