Resident Evil 7 [AU]

Chapter 1

Day 1
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Music blasted throughout the room.

A harsh song of screaming voices and metallic notes. Words that would make his mother scowl with disappointment, before attempting to remind him that his soul will be damned to hell for all eternity if he continued to listen to the devil's tunes. Scott didn't care as he laid on his bed, his left hand behind his head, a lit cigarette in the other. His left knee was pulled up while his false leg remained on the covers.

Taking a drag of the lit cigarette, Scott breathed in deeply before letting the smoke flow out of his lungs. He watched as the whisps floated up to the ceiling above. He was about to take another drag when he heard someone knock on the bedroom door.

Sitting up in a panic, Scott leaned over the side of his bed and stubbed out the burning end of his cigarette in the ashtray on the floor. Quickly shoving the tray under his bed, he grabbed the breath mints that sat on the side table. Almost in hailing the mints Scott turned off his phone before attempting to wave away the smoke that clung to the air. In a desperate bid to hide what he had been doing.

Slowly, the bedroom door opened and his sister, Zoe walked inside.

"Zoe, you gave me a heart attack". Scott said as he laid back down. "I thought you were Mama".

"You're lucky I'm not, she would have lost her mind if she could smell what I can". Zoe stated as she walked over to the bedroom window. She pulled the curtains back and lifted the wood-framed window. "Next time, if you want to smoke in here, lean out the window and do it. Always worked for me".

"I'll keep that in mind". Scott said as he sat up, manoeuvring himself to sit on the edge of his bed. His false leg made a hollow metallic sound as it hit the side of his wooden bed. Scott sighed as he rolled down his trouser leg to hide the prosthetic. It had been seven long and hard years since that accident in the garden. He was lucky he didn't kill himself that day. The doctors had to amputate below his knee on his right leg, and for seven long years, he had been going to therapy to try and walk again. Not to mention the number of new prosthetics he had to be fitted for as he grew older.

For some reason, ever since the accident his balance hasn't been what it used to. He struggled to walk in a straight line and every step to walk without the assistance of his cane was a battle. The countless doctors they had seen, the vast amount of treatments they had put it on and no one couldn't understand why his balance wasn't getting better. In the end, his parents couldn't afford to look for answers.

"How are you feeling?". Zoe asked.

"I'm fine... you?".

"I'm good... Mama and daddy just phoned they are on their way back with lunch. Apparently, all went well in town today".

"That's good".

"Anyway, I've apparently got to round up the boys and set the table for when they get home". Zoe told him as she began to leave his room. "They are literally on their way, so I wouldn't light another cigarette unless you want, Mama to catch you".

"Warning acknowledged". Scott called to his sister as she shut the door behind her.

Scott sat in silence for a few moments, before reaching down and picking up his cane. Pushing himself up, Scott half walked, half limped over to his wardrobe. While leaning heavily on his left leg, he threw open the wardrobe doors. Pulling out his hoodie, Scott manoeuvred himself down onto a nearby chair. Setting his cane to the side he began to pull the item of clothing over his head.

He wanted so badly to be normal again. To have the ability to throw on clothes without having to sit down. To be able to walk the halls of his home freely again, without ever having to depend on his cane or his wheelchair ever again. But the biggest thing he wished for, was not to be a financial burden to his family anymore.