Resident Evil 7 [AU]

Chapter 7

Day 56
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"Eat it!", his mum scremed in his face as she forced the guts and blood down his throat.

Scott was going to be sick, the slimy pieces of intestines she was force feeding him, made his stomach churn and nose flare from the disgusting smell it gave off.

He was sure when she left his stomach was going to make him get rid off, meaning he may have to starve for the rest of the night or day, he really couldn't tell what time it was while he was stuck in the basement of the guest house.

As he swallowed the last piece of his disgusting meal, his mum let go of his face allowing him to drop to the bed crying.

She had held him in the air by his head, only using one hand to do so, as if he weighed nothing - more than likely he wasn't as big as he was when it first started. From the way she held him, allowed her to force his mouth open to make him eat.

"That's a good boy", she purred above him as he felt her grubby hands run through his hair. Like she used to do when he was sick in bed, or in hospital after an operation.

But the hand in his dirty hair made him feel even worse, and he cowered away from the woman that was once his mother.

"Don't disrespect me", she said before lifting him up and slapping him across the face. "Your our dog, and dogs are loyal and submissive. A day without food will teach you your place!", she shouted at him before throwing him on the floor.

Scott's head hit the hard floor first making his vision fuzzy and stars appear in his vision, he just about made out the blurry image of his mum leaving, with the tray she brought that had the bowl of food on.

Scott just laid on the floor, his head was pulsating with pain whenever he tried to move. He rested his head on the cold floor, his head was more than likely bleeding from hitting the hard floor, but he didn't care, he was too tired to care.

His stomach was protesting at the contents it had been given, making him curled in on himself from the amount of pain he felt. Like someone had just finished, kicking him over and over again in the stomach.

He didn't know how long he had been laying there until he head someone say "oh my god!", on the edges of his consciousness.

Hands grabbed his shoulders, almost instantly made him wake up from his groggy state, and force him to feel all the pain shoot through him like a lightning bolt, which all soon turned into fear for his life.

"No! Get off me! Leave me alone! Let me go!", Scott screamed as he tried to get the hands off him, not focusing on whoever it was.

"Scott! Scott, shh... calm down it's me", the voice tried to calm him down, when that didn't work they restrained his arms, "it's me. Zoe. Your sister".

Scott stopped fighting to look at the person above him, it really was Zoe. She looked bad, she had bloodshot eyes. Her face had small cuts and bruises and was clearly dirty, she had tear tracks going down her face as well.

"Zoe?", he asked unsure, expecting her to be just like his parents, as this was the first time he had seen Zoe since the whole thing started.

"Yeah, it's me", she smiled at him as she crouched in front of him, allowing him to sit up.

Overwhelmed at seeing her after so long, he grabbed her into a back-breaking hug, praying it wasn't his imagination and he was still asleep on the floor still.

"I'm so glad I've found you", she cried out as she rested her head on his shoulder. "I've been looking everywhere for you", she told him, "mama and daddy locked you up and didn't tell me where".

She ran a hand up to his head, she must have looked at her hand as she suddenly pushed him off her. "Your bleeding?!", she frantically said.

"I'm fine", Scott said, definitely not feeling fine at all. After the panic had worn off he started to feel all the pain again and his vision was going a bit funny.

"No. Your not. I'm taking you to my trailer, and getting you fixed up", she said as she stood up and heaved his body up into her arms.

"Your so thin, what have they been doing to you down here", was the last thing Scott heard before he passed out.

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A horn sounding startled Scott awake. He woke up on a metal floor again.

"Oh not this bullshit", he muttered as he stood up, he wasn't as groggy or slow as he was the last time he was here.

It was calm outside the same ship window, but this time the sun was setting, on the horizon in front of the ship.

'Why am I back here?', he questioned himself. Scott looked at the consoles in front of him as he stood in the captain's spot. No one was here, again.

Scott sighed frustrated, he hadn't had this dream in days... maybe weeks... he couldn't remember the last time.

But just like before someone shouted something behind him, but this time it wasn't a person screaming.

"Captain, on deck",

Scott turned towards the voice ready to turn back to the windows and drown. But this time there were two sailors behind him, one standing to the side and saluting the one walking over to Scott.

The one walking up to him had a white sailors hat and a white snowy beard, the one behind him was younger and clean shaven. So, Scott guessed fairly confidently this guy was the captain of this ship, and Scott was standing in his spot.

Quickly, Scott stepped out of his way as the Captain stopped where Scott was previously standing. He didn't even bat an eyelid at Scott as he stopped and looked at the consoles below.

Scott turned and looked to when he did, he saw the consoles were filled with people, either working or running around with paper and equipment or mugs. Noise also suddenly filled the room, as Scott could now hear the people talking to each other, over radios and the sounds of the different pieces of equipment.

"Report", the captain said, in an old tired voice showing his age.

"Sunny forecast and smooth sailing", a guy replied as he stood next to the captain.

The captain sighed, before replying "good... good",

"Everything ok sir?", the guy next to him asked.

"Yes... just a long night",

Scott felt really out of place standing next to the captain and most likely his second in command, or whatever they were called on a ship. Scott waved his hand to get their attention, "hey dream people?", he said to them.

"Can you tell me whats going on?",

Both of them seemed to ignore him, so he tried again, "hey!".

No response,

"This is my dream please respond to me", Scott stupidly tried and felt like an idiot after saying it. But as he was going to try another time a hand suddenly went flying through his chest.

"WHAT THE FUCK!", Scott shouted as the captain took the folder out of the hand that had stabbed straight through Scott's chest.

"Thank you, Smith", the captain said nodding to the guy behind Scott. As soon as the captain took the folder the hand disappeared, back through Scott's chest.

Scott turned to see the guy walk away, he held his chest where the hand went straight through him, his heart racing after having someone stab him with his hand, but he could still feel himself, he was still real.

"They... they can't... see me?", Scott realised as he slowly calmed his racing heart.

Scott looked up at the captain and his second before a shout sounded down below, "Captain its come straight at us!".

Scott turned to the window and saw the wave coming at the ship again.

"Shit not again!", Scott screamed as he braced for the wave to hit him. The wave broke through the glass and sent him crashing back into the metal wall behind him, knocking him out cold.