Resident Evil: End of Days

Blessings in Rio de Janeiro

**A.N. Google Translate has been used for this chapter. MUCH APOLOGIES IF THE TRANSLATION IS INCORRECT! NO DISRESPECT TO THE DIALECTS USED INTENDED!!! T^T **

I don't remember exactly what happened, but I do know for a fact that my back hurts like a bitch. I hear the ocean to my right, Cristiana safe in my arms, and the quiet gasps of tourists and civilians around me. I slowly sit up and shake the sand out of my hair, then the back of my shirt.

"Ei cara, você está bem? (Hey man, are you okay?)"

I pause and turn to one of the locals, a young man in his late twenties. I nod and respond, much to my surprise, "Sim, estou bem. Obrigado. (Yes, I'm all right. Thank you.)"

The man nods and looks at my baby, then back at me. He asks, "E o bebê? Onde está a mãe dele? (What about the baby? Where is its mother?)"

I look at him. How am I supposed to answer him? I shake my head.

"Desculpe, mas eu a encontrei sozinha. (I'm sorry, but I found her alone)"

The man nods and steps back from me. I stand and look around, watching the tourists around me. I can't help but feel a sense of exposure. I'm the only one here with Cristiana. I don't see Chris anywhere. Nor do I see Zakros, Mia, Addy, Anson...

My heart sinks...I'm the only one who got out of the Vatican. Cristiana cries in my arms, and I look back at her. I can't stop feeling the pain inside my chest. However...right now, I need to focus on Cristiana...
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Cristiana and I stay at the nearest hotel for the day, then we leave and make our way through the city. We get lots of odd looks from the locals, and finding privacy to nurse her becomes rather...awkward. Not many people take the sight of a man nursing a baby well. Furthermore, the more I roam, the closer I find myself to the statue of Christ himself overlooking the city of Rio. Thankfully tourist season is coming to an end due to the overbearing weather, and Cristi and I find ourselves cooling off at the restaurant near the statue to keep cool from the sun.

...I should really consider switching from breastfeeding to a bottle. But I can't right now. I don't have the necessary supplies to be able to do so, nor do I have a lot of finance under my belt to spend a lot on Cristiana or myself save for food and drink.

I don't expect myself to be near the presence of Lucifer either, who happens to be standing in front of the statue himself, and to my surprise, Mia, Zakros' wife.

"Leon?" She asks me, "How did you get here?"

"Mia?" I ask. Could it really be Mia? There's no mistaking that long black hair and emerald eyes. Well, it's got to be: immediately after I ask, she sasses, "Of course! What other Mia would it be who scared you back in Madrid?"

Yep, that's Mia. I can't help but smile, and she walks over to sit near us. She asks, "How are you here alone? Where's Chris? Zakros?"

I frown and shake my head. "I don't know where they are," I admit to her. "I came here alone with Cristiana."

"Alone?" She asks me. She frowns and looks around. She asks, " How did you get here alone? "

"I...I don't know," I answer her, " All I know is that I needed to get here from the Vatican and...next thing I know I get here... "

She nods. She tells me, "Well, you should be careful. Your hunter is also in town and having a bout with the statue of His Holiness' son. You should see him; he's kicking the statue and getting electrocuted."

A smile works its way on my face, despite the feeling of dread in my chest. Lucifer, here? I mutter quietly, "To think that I came all this way to escape him."