Have you ever had a nightmare? One that feels real? So real that you couldn't figure out what was reality and what was not? Well, I have. I still am, actually.
It's been two weeks since I've started running away from whatever the hell those things were. Two weeks trying to survive this hellhole of a place called Raccoon City, and two weeks praying that I would wake up from this nightmare...but I'm still not awake.
It made me question if I'm even asleep or not. Maybe I'm dead? Maybe I'm in another universe? Maybe my mind's just going crazy? The answer I don't know and I don't think I'm going to get that answer anytime soon.
It's never-ending. Whenever I close my eyes and open them again, I still see the same incubus in front of me: lifeless eyes that would stare back at me, pale and cold skin that would touch me every now and then, thick red liquid that would gush out from every part of their bodies, their growls that would destroy the eerie silence of the cold, dark night, their teeth digging into another person's flesh as they mindlessly enjoy their gruesome meal, puddles and marks of blood that were scattered and smeared all over the city, the growing flames from vehicles that were crashed in every structure and fellow car, and the lack of light that made it a tad bit difficult to move around without being grabbed by any of those undead.
This had to be a nightmare, right? I had to be asleep. This isn't possible...or is it?
It was hard running around, desperate to save my own life that's at stake with barely anything to defend myself with. But despite that, there was this one thing, a person, perhaps, that came out of nowhere, just like those hellish monsters just roaming around, finding their next dinner, except this person wasn't someone I was scared of, I was in love with him.
Leon Scott Kennedy, a rookie cop who was supposed to start his first day a week ago. He got a call from the police station to stay away from the city but his curiosity got the better of him and that curiosity got him involved in this nightmare.
During that shit-show we were in, we had been chased around by a fucking giant in a trench coat and fedora, met a woman who broke my heart by kissing the man I've caught feelings for and then betrayed us, almost got killed by a beast with a huge-ass eye on its right arm, and then we escaped the city using a train together with a little girl named Sherry and a college gal named Claire.
We found ourselves inside two hotel rooms with Claire and Sherry sharing one and Leon and I sharing the other. It felt kind of weird to me for some reason. I don't know. Maybe it's because I have feelings for and we're literally in the same room. With one bed. We're going to be sleeping next to each other!
Calm down, Y/N. You're just going to sleep, nothing else.
It's just...it doesn't help that I'm in a tank top and underwear only with no pants or bra on while Leon was wearing a pair of sweatpants with no shirt on and just went commando.
