The victim of Raccoon City (Male reader x Resident Evil)

Chp. 2

He'd been walking, ever since he'd been shot in the back of his head. No car in sight for one reason, no one used these roads anymore seeing as it led to Raccoon City and nowhere else. He'd seen a couple of military vehicles coming by from said town and away to the civilization and he hid from them. He knew that a guy walking around where no one should would be suspicious. As soon as the roads cleared, he resumed on his journey, having run out of water shortly after.

He'd drop after 3 to 4 hours of walking, dehydrated and tired. His breath became more of a wheeze as he had no more saliva in his mouth and like that he'd died yet again. He woke up hours later at night, and just like that resumed on walking, feeling refreshed and 'healthy'. He saw a pair of two red lights on the way and from what it looked like, it didn't move an inch and so he made a run for it. He reached the car in no time to find out it was in fact his car with no one inside. He jumped into the driver seat, inspected every inch of the car and found his gun along side his belt of magazines. He put on his shoulder holster and decided it would be better to keep it on him and slid it into the tight and firm holster. Starting the engine and shifting into the first gear, he sped off into the country side.

He drove for two days, with no sleep and having only water to keep him alive. He knew that the longer he stayed in one place, the bigger the chance some government folks would show up and question him. His thoughts were brought to a halt when he saw a city filled with bright lights. He smiled upon being back among other people, his bright smile pushed him to speed into the welcoming city. And so he did, shifting into the 5th, and then the 6th gear to get there as soon as possible.

There was no sign of a military check point. No trucks, humvees or choppers in the night sky. No barbed wire or temporary guard towers. As soon as he got into town, he relaxed into his seat and slowed down to the speed limit. It was peaceful. Driving towards the nearest hotel, he realized... The Rookie Cop stole his wallet. He checked every inch of his body, and the interior of the car. Nothing. Nada. He slumped into the seat of the car and parked in an alleyway, locking the car and using a red leather jacket that was left behind as a blanket and drifted off to sleep.

Not for long.

He woke up to a gun shot. The car's alarm blared into the night as he sat up. Another gun shot Rang out, this time he felt the force in his chest along the shards of glass falling on him. He tried grabbing for his gun but the third and last gunshot stopped him. The glass shattered and a hand opened the door from the inside. He was yanked out and thrown to the ground, blood splashing onto the ground. He saw the car speed in the last moments of his life and smirked when the car erupted into flames. It was rigged. It exploded, the shrapnel flying in every direction and the buildings were its victim. Y/n also got some of that hot burning action logged into him, making it harder for him to stay awake and just like that, he slipped back into the abyss.

He'd wake up hours later on a table in a white room, he sat up and took in his surroundings. A surgeon stood to the left, with his back turned to him and getting ready or finishing with his work. He looked down and he felt like vomiting, his body was cut open, he could see his heart beating, his lungs rising with every shaky breath he got. He saw his muscles on his stomach contracting due to the disgusting sight and before he knew it, he saw the sking pulled itself towards the middle, melting back into one. His muscles shifted back into their places and retraced, relaxing him a little but not before he heard something shift and fall to the floor. He looked back at the surgeon, on the ground with his mouth open.

Oh fuck

He was in deep shit, if that guy reported this to the higher ups, it would be over for him. And so he leaped at the guy, strangling him so hard he broke his neck. He threw the corpse away and ran for the exit, and then the long hallways. It was apparent that this was a morgue, rooms with fridges meant to hold peoples bodies along with bodies on medical stretches with a black cloth over them, and he lied like that not a long time ago. But he moved that thought to the back of his head and continued to run, run through the white hallways. But it was too late. As soon as he saw something resembling an exit, it was blocked off by men in black. And as soon as they saw me, they fired. They lodged bullets in his torso, his arms and legs. He was able to take cover behind a wall, blood gushing out of his wounds like Niagara waterfall. He limped away from the hallway but slipped on his own pool of blood, and that gave enough time for the agents to round the corner and put a bullet... Well bullets into his brain. They unloaded clips and clips into his head, destroying the face in the process.

He was dead.. Again.

And now, probably in the hands of the Government.