The Nightmare Contuined {Resident Evil 4 love story} On Hold

Chapter 2: Push signs on doors

I don't own Resident Evil but I do own Karry.

*Karry's p.o.v*

I ran for hours getting spooked at every squirrel movement or owl hooting. These woods were different from the ones back home; more dark and cynical than any cypress tree. I finally found a road that looked like it was headed for western civilization. All of a sudden I saw a bridge with a fiery heap of metal that looked to have been a SUV.

I walked closer and peeked in the window successfully without singing my hair off. The person judging by the uniform had been a cop. He had a look of sheer terror on his face as if he'd seen all his worst fears morphed into one creature before dying. I looked over to the driver's side seeing if he wore the same expression as his partner but he was GONE! Either he bailed and left his partner to die our guessing by how the seatbelt is ripped out and the windows broken whatever the friend saw must have gotten him. I started walking further past the wreck and saw more trees. Well I geuss for a slight change of scenery there were some crows and poles with warnings written in spanish which I can't read. Oh yeah and they were topped with skulls. Yes real live...well sorta human skulls. I really don't want to meet this town's interior decorator. I finally saw a slight break in the trees up ahead and saw a small wood cutter's cottage. I

looked but couldn't see anyone around. I saw skids on the ground as if a heavy truck had been driven away fast. Maybe that's what crashed into the SUV which would explain the passenger's face and if so where did the driver go or better yet where did the pickup and his driver go. In a crash this big the pickup would still be there our pushed away. But the crash looked recent and there wasn't any tire tracks leading away from it. There's something happening here which doesn't add up right. Especially the fact that when I went to hug my aunt hello she suddenly grew a giant case of the munchies. I peered through all the cabin's windows. I couldn't see a clue as to if anyone was there. I walked in the door not bothering to knock because I geuss by that time I was past manners. I walked in the door and saw a bookshelf. I looked closer and saw family pictures. One of them had a red head with bright green eyes and her arms around a man presumably her dad.

He had the same hair and eyes. They stared at each other like they would die if they were ever separated. I saw another picture next to the previous one of the same girl with a white sundress and sandals with a string of daisies in her hair. She was sitting under a willow tree next to an older woman with her red hair in a bun with bright blue eyes the colour of the sky in the background. They looked the same except for the eyes and I knew it was her mom. I pried my eyes away from the happy smiling pictures. I walked into the next room and saw a guy dead on the floor. I noticed it was the guy from the pictures. He had the same facial expression my aunt had after I shot her. As if before she died she was already dead. I went upstairs and saw a table with a box of handgun ammo. I reloaded all my ammo and retyed my converse which had come untied. I ran outside back into the never ending woods. I found the road again every so often finding little huts where I'd find ammo for my guns. After a while I found a big iron door. I found a handle and started yanking on the handle. I looked up and out of nowhere saw a sign that said "Push". Then I stood back a few steps and looked at the door. Then I sheepishly pushed opened the door and walked into the town.

**Leon's p.o.v** 

I ran up the stairs and heard a loud anguished cry that sounded just like those cops from earlier. I heard a crash and saw a pickup and their SUV on fire. I jumped out the window and instantly saw 3 men...Uh...zombies. Ugh! Whatever they are. I handspringed backwards to avoid a pitchfork to the face. I quickly shot them all in the head till death did they part again. I walked away from the gruesome scene and saw a hut to take refuge in. I checked if anyone was inside and walked in picking up some ammo and reloaded my Punisher. Why do so many people leave ammo laying around? I know there's a bigger problem going on besides people leaving ammo around but even in Racoon City. Wouldn't they use it themselves and live a little bit longer well I geuss better for me but still. I turned to leave but not before I saw a woman hanging on the wall with dried blood on her face. She looked like a villager because these people's fashion sence was years behind but now she had a new addition.

She had a pitchfork through her face nailing her to the wall with it. Obviously the cause of death for that woman. She looked to be about 35 with red hair streaming down her back with blue blue eyes. How much was I in my own world that I didn't see that at first. I shook my head and swiftly walked out of the hut and passed several more along the dirt path. Almost all of them had ammo so I stocked up but thank god there was no more women nailed to the wall. I finally crossed a bridge killing some more zombies and walking up to a big metal door. I saw the "Push" sign which only an idiot wouldn't have seen because of it's enormous size and entered the town. I hid behind a tree and got out my night-vision binoculars. I looked at the villagers in the town and was surprised by what I saw. These people were zombies. No doubt about that but they were different some how. They were smarter and more efficiant. That woman over there was feeding chickens and those men were rebuilding that house. It was unlike anything I'd ever seen before. The ones from Racoon City moved fast but were virtually stupid and except for the special ones. I don't even know where to begin to find Ashley. I being the smart individual I am(cue sarcasm) go to the middle of the town square and start shooting the zombies' heads off thinking there's only a 30 something zombies which thanks to those huts I had enough ammo to take care of that and a lot more. I quickly and easily killed them but then out of the blue 70 or more started circling me.

Some of them even had chainsaws and they looked like they knew how to use them to. When I got down to 10 zombies I counted my bullets and only counted 6. Great! All of a sudden while in my own little world (again man its a zombie infestation and you keep zoning out what are you an idiot) a zombie dropped dead with a bullet stuck right between his eyes. A shot even a skilled hunter would envy. I looked around and shrugged and started shooting again. Every so often I'd see a zombie go down that I hadn't shot. Finally they were all dead, their bodies turned into dust and blown away in the the Spanish breeze. All of a sudden I felt the cold barrel of a pistol on the back of my head. "Don't turn around!" I heard barked but not by a man's voice but by the voice of an angel from the Southern U.S. Wait why did I think she sounded like an angel? She has a f**king gun to my head. "I won't" I replied thinking she probably wanted an answer. She must have been satisfied with the answer because I felt the gun slowly move away from my head. I felt relieved but now was a little worried as to why she moved it. Ever since The City I never trust anyone.

"No funny business!" Now hand me your gun!" I heard right in my ear. I mean if your gonna kill someone don't shout in their ear. I mean it's common courtesy. I started thinking of who I was up against and I knew I could take her if I needed to. I handed her my gun and she started to walk where I could see her. She had curly black hair and crystal blue eyes. She had on black short shorts on with a red tank top. She had knee high Converse which were cute but were probably really uncomfortable what with walking in woods and what not. Over it all she had a black satchel no doubt filled with guns and ammo. Out of nowhere she stuck out her hand and said "Names' Karry"

Sorry I haven't uploaded in forever but with school and soccer I haven't had time. I also didn't think anyone liked it so thanks to AleahWesker99 and MrsAlbertWesker for encouraging me to write this