One-Shot and Story Request Book

A World Without Life is A World Without Love

Agent Leon S. Kennedy x Female Doctor Reader

The sound of feet desperately running down a corridor filled the night air as a young woman crashed into an alleyway wall, looking behind herself at the man following her. "Leave me alone!" Her voice was wavering as she screamed at him before turning to run when he got closer once more until she was trapped in a an escape less dead end. Her breathing was heavy as she pivoted her body to face the mystery masked man, hand clutching the fabric of her shirt as her eyes began watering with tears. "Please..." She begged softly. "Please don't do this..." She backed up until she felt the cool wall behind her back. "I'm begging you... I have a husband and kids... Please don't do this..." A single tear rolled down the right side of her cheek as she watched them pull out a syringe filled with a mysterious black ooze-like liquid. "W-what are you doing with that? No..." They grabbed a hold of her forearm and lifted her sleeve while she tried desperately, to no avail, to break free. "No!" They inserted the needle into the skin and she screamed with agony as the liquid injected into her blood stream. "NO!"

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A week had gone by and a young man stumbled drunk into a dead end alleyway, looking around as a hiccup wracked his body. He chuckled as he saw the unmoving body of a woman on the ground, stumbling slightly as he got closer. "Hey lady." He grumbled, seeing no movement. "Lady it's dark out." Still no stir in her body. "Lady there's drunk men out here who could hurt you..." His brow furrowed when she, again, remained still. As he stumbled closer he noticed the blood pooling around her stomach area and his eyes widened as he fumbled with his phone and dialing nine one one. As he crouched down he tried to carefully shake her by her shoulder, seeing nothing but the slightest twitch in her body. "Ma'am? Hey wake up!" His brow furrowed as he heard the woman on the phone pick up and ask what had happened. Before he could utter a word the woman on the receiving end of the phone call heard the most gut-wrenching and blood curdling scream of her entire shift. Followed shortly by the sounds of squelching and the sound of muscles tearing as well as the groaning of a zombie and the twitching of the man on the other line. She sat there, eyes wide with utter horror as she tried to grasp at what had just happened. She had barely pressed the buttons on the computer to send patrols on route to them when she heard a strange voice echoing in the back of her mind.

The end is nigh.

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A young woman smiles as she hides her face from the sun by covering the top of her brow with the palm of her hand, looking around the bustling streets. There were patients coming into the hospital these days like crazy, acting all fools of themselves. Like savages. She smiled more as she saw the familiar car stop in the road before her, waving as she briskly walked over and set her bags in the back before climbing into the passenger seat. "Thanks for picking me up Parker, you're the best."

"That's what I am here for! Personal taxi driver for one of the best hospital surgeons the world has ever known!" He beamed back, smiling at her briefly.

"Calm down Parker, people will talk." She scolded playfully, pushing against his shoulder as he mumbled a soft, 'hey!' "Besides, I'm not a surgeon. Yet. But I should be soon once I finish my testing today. I'm so excited Parker." She couldn't help the excitement that built up in her stomach as she squealed loudly with joy and bounced in her seat, her name tag flipping wildly as she did so before she settled down as they were forced to stop before yellow police tape marking off an entire street. The only one available to the hospital. "What the.."

"What happened here?" Parker asked, looking around the streets carefully before looking back at the woman.

"I-I don't know. Hey is that the FBI back there?" She asked as she opened the car door and began walking towards the tape.