What Started As Resident Evil Ended As Something Completely Different

The Only Chapter

My hot breath escaped my lips. What was it around that corner? I couldn't tell, simply the gruesome thumping of... something, and a snarl, the sound of flesh ripping, and something, almost... comically? Squirting. "Okay... That's odd..." I whispered to myself. "What on Earth have I gotten myself into? There are some things I just... can't even."

I kept my back flush to the wall, and my breathing hitched. My hair was damp, probably from how humid the boat was. Why did it have to be a boat? I was terrified of the ocean! Of course, I'm sure there's a reason for- what was that? The sounds have stopped, and the snarling as well. Has... it, heard me? It couldn't have, could it?

I turned my head around the corner of the wall, and there it was, right in front of me. A grotesque disfigured creature with a human resemblance, though you could barely tell it was human anymore with the tentacle-like arm, the gaping, tooth-riddled maw, and the chainsaw that was somehow, undeniably, attached and possibly functioning. "U-uh... hi?" I said, shakily.

And then I ran, screaming. A left turn, another left, a right, and a door. The creature was shambling towards me, no doubt following my panicked screams of desperation. I jostled the hatch, but it didn't budge. Perhaps the humidity had gotten it stuck. I stepped back, and gave the door a powerful kick, and immediately regretted it, my ankle twisting as my foot impacted the circular hatch wrong. I swore in pain, and fell back against a pile of boxes.

What's this? Something cold and metallic was beneath my fingers. I curled them around, and felt something familiar. A gun. Not just any gun, but a six-shooter, as my father called it. He never did teach me about different models of guns, but he did teach me how to shoot. I rolled over and searched the box frantically. Two, three... twelve three-fifty-seven rounds, I thought, hoping I wasn't mistaken. I looked up, and held my breath.

The creature was at the end of the corridor. "Dear God..." I muttered, and raised the gun. I stared down the ironsight, letting my vision focus, and slowly, squeezed the trigger. The gun went off, and the bullet tore a hole in the creature's shoulder. Except it didn't react. "What!?" I couldn't help but be surprised. 

My surprise increased tenfold as everything began to blur, and the creature loomed over me, the chainsaw revving and running through my chest, the last thing I saw being my own blood spurting from my body...

And then I was on my feet again. What? How? I was just dead! None of this was making any sense now. It almost felt surreal. I could still vividly remember the pain, the feeling of the tool digging through my chest, viciously shredding my ribcage, and the immense pain I had felt the moment it tore into my heart. 

Yet everything was much brighter now. People were chattering around the boat. What happened? Was this really the same boat I had been trapped on? This was ma-innng-ing-ing-ngggggg-

I shook my head. What was that about? I felt fuzzy, and distant. "I must be on some sort of drug..." I thought aloud, as a passenger walked by, giving me a look of shock. The passenger hurried away, and I could have sworn they had no face. They had fixated on my chest... What was there? I looked down, and my eyes widened in horror. There was the hole in my chest, my shirt torn to shreds exactly where my heart should be, exactly where that... thing, had killed me! I looked up, and started screaming for help, as the boat flickered, from a happy party, bright, in the daytime, to the stormy, windy night, in the dead silence. 

I shoved my way past passengers and stumbled when the world flickered and a passenger vanished, rushing to the captain's cabin, holding back my nausea. I rounded the corner, and screamed again, seeing the captain. "Help! Please help me!" I cried out, terrified, but my pleas went unanswered, everybody now ignoring me. And then the captain turned his head, his deathly face staring right through me, his jaw stretching further than humanly possible. "No... no, not you too!" I begged.

I frantically searched my pockets, and sure enough, there was the gun. I retrieved it from my pocket, and shakily pointed it at the captain, causing passengers to scream in terror. Terrorist, boatjacker, psycho, they cried. Could they not see the monster in front of me? I shook my head, and the boat was once again being rocked by the storm, and the captain was still in front of me.

"Please... kill me... I don't want to become one of them..." he begged, showing me the portion of his arm that had been bitten away. I stumbled backwards, and stared. "What's happening!?" I demanded, as the captain began to convulse, blood seeping past his lips. The hole in my chest was gone. What kind of nightmarish world was this, I asked myself, beginning to wonder if I should just end myself and jump out the window- but I was holding a gun. Wouldn't that be simpler- The captain lunged at me!

I fell back, trying to push him off, and kicked him in the chest. A loud crack told me I probably broke his ribs. The gun still clutched firmly in my hand, I took aim at him, and squeezed the trigger, the bullet going clean through his right eye, causing the captain to drop to the ground. "What the hell..." I gasped, releasing the breath I didn't know I was holding. The gun clattered to my side and discharged, the bullet clanging off of the metal wall of the corridor.

Something began to scrap from further down the hall, and I was petrified. I just wanted out of this nightmare now. Any way out would work. I couldn't handle this anymore!

BZZT BZZT BZZT BZZT. I recognized that sound. It was an alarm clock. Where was it? I scrambled to my feet, still dazed from killing the captain, and doubled over, vomiting profusely. I had killed a man, but I didn't have a choice! I sincerely hoped it wouldn't happen again-

Everything went black, and the last thing I felt was something digging into my neck and my muscles being torn apart.

I opened my eyes, as my mom knocked at the door. "Hurry up or you'll be late for your first day of college! You aren't going to miss your first day to Harvard because you overslept, are you?" She turned around, and walked away, letting the door swing behind her... and it stayed open by just an inch. 

"Haven't you ever heard of closing the goddamn door!?" I shouted. That's right, I was starting my year at Harvard. So, it was all a dream? I couldn't help but give a relieved sigh, and tossed my blanket off of my bed, and started to get dressed, completely oblivious to the bite on my side. 

"I really need to stop playing Resident Evil before I go to bed."