Winters Hold

The harsh reality of loss

It's been a few days since my escapades into this strange village in Romania. The  harsh winter wind ruffled my blonde hair and made me clench my jaws gritting my teeth. As sweat dripped down my face, the sound of scrunching snow under my boots as I ran for my life.

Blood curdling howls chilled my bones as my grey eyes darted around me looking frantically for the source. With my lemi in hand I bobbed and weaved through the destroyed remains of a once quaint village. The smell of smoke and rotting human remains filled my nostrils coughing at the foul smell I stopped to look around me. Frantically searching for a safe haven to either barricade myself in or a way out of these exposed streets. *everything is better than running around like a chicken without a head.* Again the sound off a deep howl followed by another and another alerted me to my doom stricken fate.

It had only been a few years since the Baker house and its consequent horrors. Why now, why did bad things seem to follow me.

My mind wondered back to a few days ago.

Me and Mia were having an argument in the kitchen, until the familiar sound off a bullet hitting flash alerted me to look at my wife. Blood trickling out of her shoulder as she looked at me with a stunned expression. Before I could react however a sea of bullets flew through the air every single one connecting with my wife.

Then that asshole Chris fucking Redfield entered our home.

**sorry Ethan**

*it's too painfull, why!! Why!!* I grimaced as I shook my head violently trying to shake the memories away.

My eyes darted around as they locked onto a partially intact home which had an open door.

"Right there!" I turned swiftly, my boots skidding through the snow I kept my balance luckily as I made my way towards the decrepit home.

I ran through the door and closed it quickly just in time it seemed. As a hairy  emasculated arm burst through its wooden carviture.

"Fuck, get away from me!!" My shout fell on deaf ears as the creature only seemed to be emboldened by my screaming.

It clawed and scratched at the door, its wooden planks just barely holding on. I adjusted my lemi towards the hole in the door biding my time as the creature ripped the door apart. Waiting for my opening I smirked as the creature reared its ugly head through the now widened hole in the door.

"Smile motherfucker."

**bang bang**

I smiled as the bullets hit their mark right in between the creature's eyes. It's head fell limp in between the door frame.

I couldn't quite revel in my victory however as soon after disposing of this creature I heard its companions running on the rooftops all around me.

Their howls a terrifying reminder I wasn't in the clear yet.

*every small victory is progress and progress keeps you alive* the words of Chris fucking Redfield reverberated through my mind.

He was an A-class asshole but he did teach me a lot in the last couple of years. My training with the BSAA particularly with the members of The hound wolf squad. Did pay off in the last couple of days. If it wasnt for the extensive training Chris and the Hound wolf squad put me through. I would surely have perished or have been captured by these repelling wolf like creatures.

Suddenly the floorboards under me cracked and a sharp pain in my heel shot pain through my body.

I was violently pulled through the floorboards by one of these disgusting creatures.