3rd Person P.O.V.
Piers wakes up with Bio sitting at the foot of his bed.
"Spencer. Thank god you are awake. I've been worried sick."
"Who is Spencer? Who are you?"
"Poor baby. I am your girlfriend Miranda." Bio said in a caressing way. "You fell down some stairs yesterday in the marketplace and apparently, you lost your memory. The officer there carried you here, back to the loft we share."
"Oh. When do we eat?"
"We can eat right now."
Jill Valentine's P.O.V.
Chris has been depressed up to the point that I have him under surveillance due to the chance of him returning to the bar. If he returns to the bar, we won't have another Piers to get him back. For his sake, I had Jake go to the specimens room to retrieve Piers' belongings. We hope to find some DNA that may lead us to him.
"Jill. Here is his other scarf thing. It has to have some DNA."
"Thanks Jake. Lets hope it works."
I used a cotton swab and immediately got a responce. The coordinates were sent immediately to the gps in the van.
"Jake. Get the team. We have a lead."
*on the van*
"Are you sure this is the place?"
The gps sent us to a warehouse.
"That is what the gps says. Might as well try."
Chris gets down and walks to the door of the building. He knocks. The door opens.
"Piers?!?"
ESTÁS LEYENDO
The Rest Of The Story (A Resident Evil Fan Fic)
RastgeleBottle in hand, Chris Redfield toasts to the memory of his faithful soldier, Piers Nivans. The return of an enemy prompts an old friend into combat, sticking him back into an issue that was already resolved.
