(Revised 08/30/24)
Loud, thundering footsteps had interrupted your sleep, frantic soles rasping against dirty carpets down the singular corridors. Your gaze made out the faintest of shadows, running frantically behind your door.
What the hell's going on? Your mind boggles, Your voice raspy with exhaustion from your nap.
Short bursts of crowds, awkward groups of three or four rushed down the hallway, accompanied by shouts of horror echoing towards the elevators. If that hadn't unsettled your concerned nerves enough, a faint gurgle seared pure ice through your veins. Dark, muted rumble of an old, weary man shuffling along out from a room a few doors down.
The odd rumble never passed your door, but that did nothing to settle the pit in your chest, the tension in your tight fists along your bedsheets. An eerie silence followed suit, leaving you to only assume the absolute worst.
Crawling out of bed, you scurry towards your backpack, ripping open zippers and yanking out a change of fresh clothes. Your heartbeat coursing through your ears seemed to be the loudest noise throughout the entire floor, louder than the short zipper of your black jeans, louder than the black top you tucked around your waist.
Silence was crucial to you at this very moment, the worst of your worries being whatever was occurring outside being roused by any potential noise coming from behind your door. You were so caught up in buttoning up your royal blue top, you had failed to notice the faint, ambery-like hue peeking from the thick curtains, illuminating but an ounce of what had been occurring outside down below.
A short zap barely breached your attention before darkness shrouded your senses, the glow of the lamp giving out entirely.
What happened to the power?
A few frantic attempts at clicking on the brass button gave no solution, confirming yet another sickening fear to your confused mind of what was occurring outside.
Your mind began to race for possibilities, your fingers beginning to twitch with nervousness while you broke out into a cold sweat. Thinking fast, you rushed to your backpack grabbed your backpack and pull out a short flashlight laid stuffed down on the bottom of the bag.
Propping the torch along the edge of the bed, you pull on your boots in the crisp, hot glow, wondering what else to bring along—
Wait. Bring along?
It made sense, didn't it? You couldn't stay here, not if people were freaking out before the hotel's power went out. It would've made more sense if it went out after the panic, but then again, you second guessed yourself.
Something told you that there was nothing normal about what was happening. You didn't even need to spend years in a crummy little city to know that for a fact.
You had to leave. There was no other choice.
Finishing your boot laces, you rummage for your belt, weighted down by your loaded holster, along with a large knife. Better to be safe, just in case.
A small black wallet tumbled out of your backpack and onto the ground, nearly hidden underneath the bedskirt if you hadn't paid quick attention in your rush.
You started to contemplate if you should bring your wallet that held your identification cards. If people found out you were Umbrella, would the outcome be good? Or bad? How many people open carried around America with no badge to show for it, other than an Umbrella card?
YOU ARE READING
In Angel's Clothing-Resident Evil 2
Fanfiction**UNDER REVISION 2/26/24** You were there in Raccoon City when it all happened. Your past with Umbrella had to be kept secret to the world. All you asked for was a little time off to get a better view of your future and a better understanding of t...
